I'm baaaaaaack.
I made it out alive and in one piece, without suffering further injury or impairment. We got home yesterday around noon after spending the night at a hotel casino in Reno. The burn was great and I'm glad I had friends who wouldn't allow me to miss it. My secret to survival was periodically lying down on a mattress in the back of a U-Haul, usually for 30-minute intervals, not taking drugs and getting a good night's sleep. It does wonders for the spine.
It wasn't easy though; I was offered many illicit substances, numerous times in numerous places; I was tempted to dance; to drink more than I'd let myself; to give bear hugs. But what I found, during my stint of sobriety, was that the thing I missed most wasn't the partying or dancing or the late nights, it was being able to explore the city. Because of my back I only saw a small fraction of what Black Rock had to offer. This is the first year I didn't see the Temple burn. It's the last and final burn of the week, also the one I enjoy most. Q described it as the point at which the transitory meets the eternal. I'll replace transitory with ephemeral because the two words share more letters.
It's a beautiful way to describe it, especially because it can be reversed and still convey the same message.
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