Falling down a rabbit hole

The one hope is to never fall down the hole. The winding black abyss. Black and unjust, a cacophony of nothingness that becomes you. It seeps out of your pores and clings to the energy that sustains you. You are it and it you. A way of life it becomes. This being said, it's not this that is feared. Rather its the idea of walking blindly going along with the flow and one day you look around, only to see you don't belong here and you never did. How do you suppose you found your way here in the first place? The answer might you jolt you more then the position you find yourself in.