The spirit blade of separation between oblivion and eternity.
Do you fold when things get really tough in order to survive, to live to fight another day, or do you just go wild, no holes barred, and would rather risk going down in flames and leap wildly into whatever comes next, win or lose, because in that moment you have never felt more alive when so close to a form of death (or even death itself)? That very line of action and reaction defines people so swiftly in those intense moments more than any other events ever possibly could - these are life defining moments, a separation of the wheat from the chaff, a blade that swiftly slashes a us and divides us between oblivion or eternity. No one can know what that means unless they've lived it, and only you, yourself know the truth of your nature... hopefully... if and when they days have arrived in your own life. I know me, all too well... and I know when I'm making a planned orchestrated move versus how I truly feel and why I do or did such and for what reasons I decided at the time. I greatly prefer my most natural self to playing any games of any kind... but that's the very side of me that people most fear, dread, try their best to avoid... or love with a passion and fire almost beyond their own description. If I were a drug, I'd be the one you never start with, but could very well be the one you end with. :> Here's to the fearless rebel punk spirits of all dimensions within the multiverse, you most dangerous independent self-sovereign souls. Cheers. :>