If unmasking ego-mind produces a shock akin to remorse,
Might depression be an aborted version of the same?
In the first case, a burning away of false limits,
The other producing only the grinding and gnashing of teeth.
Being stuck in mind's mess creates heat,
Like a car with brakes on, accelerator to the floor.
But being truly engaged in life's play is a different matter,
Joy and anguish intertwining, revealing awakening's game.