Ah, the folly (part 23)

What the hell was I writing poetry for? Looking at it now I can see what I meant, but I'm also thinking to myself why write when I'm drunk?

The island...still haven't returned yet, but I'm currently contemplating the required movements that will take me there. I need to return as I have some big questions that need even bigger answers. I'm mulling over some fundamental issues and I find myself coming to some uncomfortable conclusions. Whilst the monastery may not - in fact will not - give me the answers I want, the island itself may serve to sharpen my mind and prompt me to face up to some essential and searching meditation.