This one was quite large. I was talking tough. I was telling it “give me your best shot, tough guy”. Literally. I know, it’s like bad movie dialogue, but I don’t know what to say. I felt reasonably sure it couldn’t hurt me, and it didn’t. I was telling it it belonged in hell, and it was hissing quite a bit at me. It was not happy. I am blogging because I did not want to go immediately back to bed.
I am feeling, though, that it is past time I grew up and dealt with my fear of death. According to my own beliefs, it is irrational. And even if I am wrong, even if that is it, I will never know. The universe will simply turn its slow rotations without me. But that is not what I feel to be true. I have seen too much not to believe in higher and invisible powers of various sorts.
I do think I perhaps get a bit too arrogant for my own good sometimes. But I also feel I was born to fight, and this can be a symptom. Battle is not for timid people who lack faith in themselves and their skills.
Well, back to bed. I will report anything interesting.