You might think you’re at the end of your rope. But the rope was supplied by slavers. You might think: ‘There’s just not much left inside.’

This is a sign of hope, because they stuffed you with so much toxic excrement that when you start to feel empty this — could be the sign you have been waiting for: the toilet is, finally, being flushed.

If you feel that you ‘just can’t carry on’, it may well be that what you were carrying was deadly, stupid, and poisonous. Set it down. Go ahead, throw up. Empty it out. Cry. Become human again.

Because the cultures of raging abominations that masquerade as your caregivers are most often worse than the disease.

Besides, when you’re empty? You’re light. And when you’re light?

You shine… and… you fly — and violence confers travel-momentum instead… of damage.

So go ahead. Get empty!