In professional circles, they call it “cocktail”.
Often, a fine balancing act to get the right concoction. Calibrating, mixing and matching, ruminating, dispensing, trying, believing.
A cocktail infused to your self.
A little like life, perhaps. This constant trial and error. Some people are better at the art of living (or is it failing?) than others.
To find your own path. Out.
"Out, damned spot! Out, I say!"
Out of the darkness. Out of the pain.
I put salt on an ulcer in my mouth, and the pain shot right through my nose and into my brain.