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Ever since I started to prosper in the things of this world, my appetite grew as well,
stronger and more demanding. Sometimes it grew to the point of becoming ravenous and
consuming. At first I used to step back a bit and try to keep a relative perspective on
what was happening to me. But after a while the avalanche of good things and good
people soothed that desire; or rather it numbed my conscience to the point of contented
insensitivity. I had acquired a refined taste for power and influence based on wealth,
position and a circle of intelligent and "beautiful" people with like values. All was
focused on myself and my world, which I just happened to be smack dab on top of and in
the center of.

One other thing though did begin to grow and develop, cropping up regularly. At first
it was that restless drive and quest for the top of the heap, that relentless drive, pushing
for the ultimate. Then frustration would roar as that better thing or position always
appeared just out of reach. Then began those irritable attacks about other people. One
had to be forcibly objective with them to get any value out of them. Then came all of the
distrusts and the anger. The growing selectivity in the circle of my worthy friends made
it smaller and smaller continually.

Sleeplessness required more and more outside satisfaction to bring on the rest- the
women, the alcohol and drugs, and more women. Many times pressuring dreams would
flood over my sleep forcing my hand at decisions that daily overwhelmed me, penetrating
and deeply affecting my life. It is this one dream that I wish to share through this story.

 

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