There were subconscious strategies based in fears of inadequacies leading to unsuspected tragedies, of empowerment discrepancies, and a hundred thousand unanswered potentialities, and unapproached realities. Sprinkled into the tender coagulations of an impressionable merging consciousness, to which youth is blind and blissfully ignorant, but they will one day come to the door, like an illegitimate child wanting refuge and answers. To the questions driven into the marrow of all my angst. And what then is there to do, but invite them in, and set them down, and begin to try to make a sentence. And stop. And breathe. And remember love, the other side of fear, and compassion, the other side of defence, and embrace, the other side of the shadow hiding. And breathe. And breathe.