Standing at the treshold, you could rationalize things to the bone, to the death that ensues.
You could make it your breaking point, your descent into madness, if you clutch to reason in the realms where reason holds no value.
Or you could break free from all of its rigidness, smile at the face of its volatility, and erase the line that we are so quick to use when we want to define ourselves as different from what we dislike.
Likes and dislikes become a fluid mass of one total experience.
And I have no problem with that.
Spirit of Tara 