A well-dressed man was speaking through a megaphone by a pond:
"We fill the holy space of consciousness with intellectual constellations: static points around whose gravitational pull we orbit, lost in these products of our own making, chaotically encircling these eddies and whirlpools of distraction. And with all addictions, one tries to consummate the attraction to this gravitational centre in an ultimate act of union, but because the process is ultimately internal, a physiological and psychological process in the addict, then the external centre that one is trying to attain is illusory, and so the craving is never satiated. Freedom from the addiction can only occur in the non-participation within its sphere of activity, by remaining outside of its orbit. Any temptation to conquer the foe from within is only that- a temptation, a seduction, a means of drawing ourselves back into its temporarily fatal gravitational pull."