Red pill blue pill and all that bollocks

But when you think about it, which is the lie?

The fears, hates, resentment and dread you feel when you’re in the grip of depression? Or the way on which you can let it all flow over you when you’re not?

Ultimately all you can do is remain mindful that both, equally, could be a deception. Or both, equally, could be the truth. It’s only if you subscribe resolutely to one or the other that you’re fucked.