Goethe explained, "The operative question is what do you _need_ to let go?" I gave him the silent treatment, but it was pointless. As my rehabilitation officer, he had complete access to my thoughts, whether I wanted him to or not. In a flash of light, we appeared in the one place I never wanted to be again. The dorm room where I lost, or Goethe might say _found_, my sanity. My consciousness a flood of electric current, paralysis set in, forcing me to behold the blood-stained canvas that tore apart my soul. "You must release this. You simply cannot take it with you." Goethe asked, "What is it about this room that _haunts_ your existence?" "She haunts my soul every day." "Open your eyes to reality. She haunts you no more than a mosquito haunts a gorilla. It is, in fact, _you_ who is haunting her. The longer you cling to the pain, the longer she suffers at _your_ hands. The pain will subside when you release her. You see, she _is_ the pain, a haunting reminder of what you did moments before your death." http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29205