The morning mirror reflects back my own worst enemy. It is me. I chew on this reality. It tastes like stale unsweetened breakfast cereal. It may be good for me but it doesn’t taste like it is. My experience is not sweet. I chew on sawdust.
Over the years, I’ve had an external enemy or two. This always surprises me. I do not consider myself a very good opponent. I am a lover not a fighter.