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person may be able to rationalize that pain, but his only real understanding of it is his build up rememberance of other pains following during his life. It all becomes disrelated. He is perceiving the initial pain through the feelings of many other events. If to begin with, the pain was in the mind and at that point of mental pain, the person was stung, is what has happened is that the direction of the agony has been interrupted. Something has taken the place of what began at the source of reality. Illusion has taken over, because the real pain and where it was coming from, has been cast aside. The experiences of the senses is strong, but unless a man understands what is driving him toward those experiences, he will never feel the full sensual experience. Mind and body are both sensitive. By fight ing, you are not letting your mind experience sensitivity at the level it demands. The longer you fight because of mental agony, the longer the mental agony will continue. Fighting is something that is done after all points of the sensitive mind have fulfilled themselves. Before that is reached, fighting is useless. Absurd, you might say, because you can never win. I am going to get two more beers, I said. I walked to the bar and the lights seemed to be shimmering. After I had sat down, I laughed and started talking. When I first started going to Mount Lebanon, we used to have road races down to West Virginia. Wheeling was one of the towns we used to hit, but there were many more. We would wind through the back roads of the mountain country singing Ghost Riders in the Sky. My head was filled with wine and I knew I was charging out to death. There was a wild man, with a red and white buick century. He would sing as he would race, Ghost Riders in the Sky. His throat would vibrate like the wheels yelling in their spinning madness over night rain. Sometimes the nights would be cool black like death, and the depth of its presence would reach in your heart beneath