Dear ghost,
If I become shallower than now, the rabbit hole shall not release me. I shall forever be sentenced in the garden of my bliss. But ignorance is sin. I shall burn the wonder out of every flower. I shall not escape the hole and bury myself in the rythme of unknown. I am no more afraid than that rabbit. I still want to dive into the warmth of the brighter world. I still crave wisdom. I still want to savour the taste of Intellectual superiority. I want to be mad. Madder than the hatter. Wilder than the Cheshire cat. But oh, how sweet the bliss!
Yours