Book: Dancing with Out

If you're an idiot, it is incurable. If you are so idiot that gets involved in a fight, one against a dozen, it is diagnosed. If you even for the sake of preserving his own life will not be able to perform a decent bunch, but in the target fall only if she will jump up, catching the blow... well, you know...

- And you, too, ever fight to the death?
Three times. The first time I killed, the second gave life.
- And the third?
Third duel I lost.
And your opponent has spared you?
No, he married me...

Life is death. And every birth carries with it the seed of a new death. The unity and struggle of opposites.

Ignoring the problem is one of the classical ways to solve it.

The house is an intimate place, located rather in time than in space. A place where you can feel complete. Place within us, a place where you can nurture thoughts and feelings without fear that we will interfere or tear it up just because our time or attention needed for something else.