“At home a tiger; in public a pussycat.”

The only true test. The insane decision never to stop, never to be satisfied, until pussycat and tiger have merged, vanished, dropped away. In that dissatisfaction, great peace. In that restlessness, the unsurpassed ecstasy of self-trust.

Whether screaming in the streets or weeping in the arms of the beloved, always the boring same, happy and unafraid, glorious in the mundane.

Violence and peace folded into every breath. Liberation through the tightness in the chest.

This year, whatever the dangers of staying alive, will be victory.