Joss Whedon, Twitter, 06-27-13 Reality is a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs.
The clearing was surrounded by a large forest, and every morning the old woman took her crutch and hobbled into it.
At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to the ground and asked the old lady whether he might wipe her shoes.
Then Gerda called still louder, and there came a very old woman out of the house, leaning on a crutch.
Then he set to work, pulled up the high grass, raised the wooden crosses which had fallen down, and replaced the wreaths which had been blown away from their places by the wind, thinking all the time, "Perhaps some one is doing the same for my father's grave, as I am not there to do it " Outside the church door stood an old beggar, leaning on his crutch.
