The same gesture welcomes it and wards it off and this naturally proceeds from a pivot point in the heart or in the gut or somewhere in between, in the viscera where you live. This pivot is firmly anchored in itself, which is quite a trick for something with no inherent being. When it is threatened by what it seeks the earth moves beneath it and it rebalances in an instant but not without awareness of what it has had to do and the cost to consciousness. This is when age-old reflexes are called upon exposing promises made to yourself and to others through old woundings, personal and beyond. You were born to right old wrongs, enlisted in causes whose vigilance remains unsoftened beneath layers of night. It is one face of the dragon, the uncanny reflection of your own alienated face, nightmarish with sad drooping eyes belying tremendous power. It only wants you to approach, the same gesture welcomes you and wards you off.