Imagine you’re going about your daily life. You get up, you get showered and dressed, you go out the door and leave and go shopping, or to see a friend. You go to pay your bills. You go to Ikea, Tesco, Walmart or Walgreens. You buy a coffee table in the shape of a yingyang and get it delivered next day. Whatever.

Now imagine that outside your house, and at the bottom of your street is a cave. In this cave is not your power animal, as Fight Club would have you believe, but a bear. It’s sleeping. It’s quiet.

You can go about your daily life and ignore the cave, you don’t need to go in there, you don’t need to acknowledge it. It exists, but it is not important so long as you do not go in there.

The bear, the entity, is kind, it’s cuddly, it can provide warmth as well as protection from predators beneath it. It can give you hope that, as long as it exists, all will remain peaceful and calm.

However, don’t fuck with the bear.

If you choose to poke the bear, to make fun of it, to rouse it from it’s sleep for no good reason and anger it, then it will tear off your fucking face and eat your corpse as it lays twitching on the floor.

Leave the fucking bear alone. Do not disturb it. Do not anger it. For it will bring chaos and pain like you cannot imagine.

I am the bear. And people do not leave me alone…