I closed my eyes once more, not because I wanted to meditate, and not because my body needed rest, though it was certainly screaming for it, but because the words of the Dusking Sun had dug themselves deep enough into my mind that leaving them alone felt dangerous. There were thoughts one could ignore and come back to later, the type that sat politely in the corner of one's mind until the world allowed time to examine them. This was not one of them. This thought was a live poison in my sea of consciousness, spreading from one understanding to the next, staining memories, techniques, failures, names, and paths until everything I had been began to tremble around a single question.
What was Delusion when it was not being used?
