I have been writing abstract thoughts in the mornings, just a paragraph or two, it seems to help bring into the light that which has formally been living in the dark-- (My nicotine addiction's subtle deceptions that keep me in bondage and denial) This morning I wrote... Morning cravings are powerful. I was willing to die for, and sacrifice life for a cigarette. Last night I kept waking up. During those times I had what seemed to be thoughts of total clarity of confusing experiences from my past. After being awake for a time, I realized they were my egoic/addict in abject terror of the unknown. My conscious actions to quit are threatening to it, and it is trying to push back with very vivid, clever, and cunningly deceptive memories. The fallacy is revealed.
