
The man has lost his beloved son. I can only imagine what's going on in his mind and heart. Sorrow. Guilt. Regret. If only he'd done X,Y or Z it would have been different. I for one, hope he's able to find the bracing, terrible beauty of reality through this tragedy. I hope he uses it to heal his heart. I also hope he finds the courage to step-up and hit a real homer out of the park and say 'stay away from this bullshit cult and its medical quackery.' Impossible you say? Well, I say, shit happens . . ."
-- Pareidolius, "a recovered magical-thinker making up for lost time" - and (I think) a very, very brave man - on the personal troubles of John Travolta, and how he, too, was once All Mest Up.
Read this whole thing, people. I think it's beautiful, it being so rare. One of these days I hope to meet this man:
He's instantly become one of my heroes.

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