Love and Other Drugs

I too see the connection between drug usage and the ecstatic union that we spoke about in class. But the way I see it, instead of there being this high point and then having it peter out into a bottomless, hopeless pit of dispair in which all there is left to do is die.........I see it more as the high point being this drug/love induced memory, sort of hazy and faded. What makes it so sad is that one who is in love "happy, happy love!" or one who is on drugs, is so intoxicated and inebriated at this point of ecstasy that they cant seem to remember what the high point was. This is the downfall, not the knowledge that they cant ever reach that high point again, but that they cant exactly remember what all it was. This is what makes them want to die, for only then does it become truely unattainable and unachievable. Also, there is a lot of talk of depression coming after the high point of love or the first high off of drugs. But how do you know what depression really is? How do you know you werent depressed before? You did have to reach a high point after all, so whats to say you werent already at a low point?

still wont let me comment so here is my comment on Jamie Kilpatricks post:

I have always loved the fact that some things are left "unfinished". When I was younger it always seemed to leave the rest up to my imagination. I agree comletely when you said : When the work is incomplete, there is no limit to what a person’s mind can make it and to what it can become. It is limitless, boundless not confined to societys ideas or even really our own...it is all kind of up in the air.Although, sometimes it is interesting to think about it from the artists point of view. Maybe they were just too lazy to finish and thought it would be a bit tongue in cheek to leave it that way and let us make up this fantastical reason why they would do it so they dont look bad. Hmmm, I guess we will never really know!