I don't know if you read Bukowski. Some of it is funny. In Ham on Rye he tells how he found that alcohol would help him go through life. Well.. alcohol is not it. Nor is it drugs, sex, fame, position, power, money. No object can mend the crack of the illusion of the thinker made up in the fragmentary perception by thought. None of it can take away the restlessness. Only when the illusion of the thinker disappears in Unitary Perception is the poisoned arrow removed.