Being sober for so many years is getting interesting.
A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.
The moment you start dividing thought and feeling, the ratio of sinitive from the intuitive, you're dead. There is no difference between emotion and thought. You can be unreasonable.
I don't go for this auto-cannibalism. Very damaging.
My own favorite is something called Rogue Male.
The only exercise I take is walking behind the coffins of friends who took exercise.