Marions Struggle

Sometimes after coming down from Ignatius's golden powder, Marion would fall into a really deep funk, a terrorizing funk which trapped him inside of a meaningless infinity. There was no escape from this funk, for the knowledge of an infinity of awareness, and the unknowledge of an infinity of oblivion was unthinkable, and those were the only two choices. It was as if hell were hidden inside of every moment, waiting to be discovered.

Marion knew all about this fear of forever, or so he'd thought. He had experienced it many times, when he'd allowed himself to dwell on his own despair. Comfort was the only cure, but comfort came only from surrendering to the idea of a benevolent omnipotence which carried you through times of trouble while shouldering the burden of the knowledge of infinity. Marion used to be able to find that comfort when he needed it, but the demon's needle had completely erased it.

That was it. The next time Ignatius appeared with his golden powder, Marion was going to kick him in the balls. Screw the threats, screw the promises, screw the hell of withdrawals! He was done. If kicking a demon in the balls was was a comfortable thing to do, then by God, he was gonna do it. Screw that guy.

Then Marion had a world view shattering epiphany... "Comfort is just another kind of knowledge," he said out loud to himself.

"Oh man, fuck that guy!"