What is more terrifying, more threatening to the essence of whatever it is that we call freedom, than slavery?
What is more insidious than a force that comes from the outside–outside of the body politic, outside of the political body–and threatens us with imprisonment and maybe even death?
What reaches deeper than those forces, those combinations of chemical desire, that penetrate our bodies and lodge themselves in our smallest orifices, passageways invisible to the unaided eye?
Can we be more terrorized than we are by the specter of addiction, more horrified by the prospect that we are not doing what we think we are doing to our minds and bodies?
Is there anything more terrifying than a drug that doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do?
Of course there is: a drug that does exactly, without stuttering or the slightest trepidation, what we want it to. With flying colors.
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