Alcohol is not a mysterious creature. It has no sentient powers. It possesses no intuitions, no powers of persuasion, and no proess in the ways of bedevilment. It possesses no skills, no aptitudes, nor does it possess me. There is no silver bullet nor crucifix to ward off it's demonism, for it has none. There is no super natural aspect to alcohol, it's powers can be contained by glass, it has no strength, nor does it draw strength. It has no strength. It is powerless to all it's days. It does nothing for us that we cannot do for ourselves. it possesses no powers that we have not given it. It is as useless as it is unnecessary.     To the end of my days I shall be strongwer than have been before. To the end of my days I shall prevail. Not for myself, nor in some cruel or over bearing manner, for is not cruelty over bearing in it's own way and a sign to the weaknesses inheirant in the weakest of the world? I AM strong and always possessed the strength I sought in the bottles I willingly used to erode the best out of myself. There are no days as kind and cool as these newfound sober days. The discovery that I, myself hold the answers to the problems i sought out, if only I had sought those answers with the same determination that I sought out these problems.  I shall never seek out the easy path, though all in nature gravitates to the path of least resistance, I am from God, and have , through His charity, possession of the means to move past resistance, through the inevitable obstacles living attracts.  and UNC is gonna beat the hell out of Michigan sState