Good write MFS. We grasp at every straw our physician will push us to swallow. Anything to push self image to say poor me and those who can't be revived by their doctor find what they need in a bar or on some back alley corner. Makes one wonder about our conscious or unconscious life doesn't it.
Lately I find a strange absence of words to describe how I feel. And how I feel only barely seems to be related to my consciousness even though the evidence would seem contrary. "...grasping cosmic fog..." is a mouthful, my dear friend.