Nothing will ever be the same again. A new paradigm has emerged. I’ve never felt more alive, and vibrant, and sick, and sad, and happy. A living contradiction, a human paradox.
“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
~ Edgar Allan Poe