“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
― Edgar Allan Poe



The middle path is in the middle. Not all the way chaotic nor entirely orderly. Not entirely good, or entirely bad. The center. (Centaur)

Having said that, I live in this world and absolve myself of any claim to "know" a thing, except that one thing I know; I don't.