wake up! now!

The water, dark, deep, alive with an unnamable horror, closes over his head. He is sinking. No matter how hard he struggles, how desperately he strikes out for the surface, he feels himself spiralling down, as if weighted with lead. Then looks down, sees a thick rope, slimy with weed, tied around his left ankle. He cannot see what is at the end of the rope because it dissappears into the blackness below him. But whatever it is must be heavy, must be dragging him down, because the rope is taut. Desperately, he reaches down, his bloated fingers scrabbling to free himself, and the Buddha drifts fre, spinning slowly, falling away from him into the unfathomable darkness.......

naturally

i am by nature warlike. to attack is among my instincts. To be able to be an enemy - that presupposes a strong nature, it is in any event a condition of every strong nature.