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Years ago I started a downward plunge from the top of the hill. I slid a short ways down, dug in my toes and started back up, but after a short climb I lost my grip and started down again. This time I slid past the place where I made my first stop; before I grabbed on and started back up again, only to slip again before I reached the top. This became a repeating process. Slipping, grabbing on, climbing up a ways, then down again. Each time farther down, each time harder to start up again, until finally I plunged into a hole, not at the bottom of the hill, but below the bottom. The hole was so deep that there was no light at the top. All was lost, there was nothing left to do but sink on into oblivion; just go ahead and drink myself to death.