More powerful than God, more evil than the Devil; the poor have it, the rich lack it, and if you eat it you die?

I grew up with the biologists. I know how they think.

My family was big on sharing. I guess it was just the way I was brought up. Or maybe, I read those fairy tales in which one good turn elicits another. But in writing, yes, some older writers were kind to me when I was young; although some others were not.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.