A meditation on defense:
that's what this is.
Someone wrote that the inner being of a human being
is "covered by thirty or forty skins or hides, like an ox's or a bear's,
so thick and hard".
What's to get through?
Is there an antipode, a blessed antipode,
to such a coverage from hope?
I honestly think there is.
(Even if you've only got a toe on the Road.)