For every feat of telescoping long days and weeks of life into mad magnificent instants, one must pay with shortened life, and, oft-times, with savage usury added.
Intenseness and duration are as ancient enemies as fire and water.

They are mutually destructive.

They cannot co-exist.

And John Barleycorn, mighty necromancer though he be, is as much a slave to organic chemistry as we mortals are.

We pay for every nerve marathon we run, nor can John Barleycorn intercede and fend off the just payment.