“Many pursue it into the gates of insanity or death.” (Page 30, Big Book)
Imagine a runaway train with broken brakes hurtling towards
an abyss over which the railway bridge has collapsed.
The only solution is to pull the emergency brake (God).
That’s behind a piece of glass. The piece of glass is self. Self must be
smashed to pull the emergency brake.
Regular people can have a self and be fine.
Self is not part of my alcoholism.
For me, self stands between me and the solution.