That fight is so incredibly exhausting, isn't it? It is truly constant. My continual losing of the battle only made my critic fiercer. I had a feeling my foe was too strong for a frontal assault. More and more I find wisdom in attacking my biggest emotional and mental issues from the flank. Like, that is what I want inscribed on my tombstone, "Attack from the flank."

There is nothing new in the book I mentioned, it is more a collection of historical approaches to peace which involve either an embrace of the craptastic nature of life and inevitability of death or some sort of negation of common sense notions of ourselves and the world.