People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 244, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Human, All-Too-Human, "Man in Society," aphorism 318, "Flattery," (1878).)
I ... toyed with the idea of going to find another war where I could at least feel alive. I was so numb that it took terror to make me feel anything.
(Bess Jones, U.S. nurse. As quoted in the New York Times Magazine, p. 72 (November 7, 1993).
A U. S. Army nurse during the Vietnam War, she was describing the impact of war's trauma after she returned home.)
Me... undefined, underestimated, underachieving, mislead, misread, and yes the Best... continue to test, explore, and achieve... searching for the person in side myself named Me... helping, criticizing, understanding, realizing, fighting, guiding, all while flying through thick clouds hiding from the self that seeks the truth to unlock the face inside this cage, afraid to belive, preferably ditzy its just easier for me not to see, hate the fake that waits inside the crowds of illusions, numbing the confusion with each hit, for the moment side tracked ill forget, stay high never fall down never comes, spun throughout the webs of the twisted minds spinning pipes... and yet still just the surface of Me.... I think...
(My best description on the person I see as Me...)
As time flowed before my eyes like a divine stream
I sat numb on its bank, mesmerized hypnotized
until what left was merely the remains, the sands
oh an era passed and I was still in the dreams
all i hear now the winds of an eternal void
as if a part of me is lost, and by nothing it would fill