Edge: A sharp terminating border; a margin; a brink; an extreme verge.
Pushing the envelope. The Edge. God, how I loved the Edge when I was drinking. I confess that I have a bit of a love affair with it still today. Sometimes I talk to people about my life and I get the sense that they think it sounds a little boring. If they only knew about The Edge.
The thing about The Edge is that it makes The Middle a lot more palatable. I push the envelope and then when I'm back in The Middle I think: "Wow, is this great." But it's living a little ragged that makes The Middle seem normal. Get it? Huh, get it? Because I'm not sure I do. Right now I'd love to go over to the tap and get a big, fucking glass of tap water and drink it down so fast that half of it spills down the front of my shirt. I'm really looking forward to a couple of days of dull routine.
Today we have an off day and it is much appreciated. To sleep in a bit, eat a leisurely breakfast, and come back to the room on no time schedule.
An intense and occasionally frustrating experience to the motherland of Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Jainism. Yowser.
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