This fits in well with my theory that a good life well-lived is a better example than a lot of talk. I hope people are looking at my behavior rather than listening to my words. As you will soon see my words can be crapulous.
From the Big Book comes one of my favorite passages . . . "He cannot picture life without alcohol. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it. Then he will know loneliness such as few do. He will be at the jumping-off place. He will wish for the end."
Here's another one . . . "we had but two alternatives: one was to go on to the bitter end, blotting out the unconsciousness of our intolerable situation as best we could; and the other was to accept spiritual help."
One more and then I'll stop - I promise . . . "These allergic types can never safely use alcohol in any form at all and once having lost their self-confidence their problems pile up on them and become astonishingly difficult to solve. "
As a committed liar I wonder why anyone would believe any promises that I make so maybe this is the last one . . . : "Our friend felt as though the gates of hell had closed on him with a clang.
On a side note . . . Bill likes the words "clang" and "clung." Another one of his phrases that I love is "clung to the claim." Sounds like a Black Sabbath song.
I like these passages from The Big Book. I like the forceful words: Gates of Hell, astonishingly, bitter end, intolerable situation, wish for the end. The founders were not mincing words. They were not easing into anything. They could have renamed The Big Book "You Are Going to DIE!" and the warning still would not have swayed some of us. I felt for the longest time like I was underwater, trying to figure which way was up as I slowly ran out of oxygen
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