Rage lives inside of me today. It has been silent for months, but today it is born again. That controlling urge has penetrated and I am angry, even dangerous. I know the feeling well because of its colors. It is red with rage and anger and assertion, boiling just beneath the surface of civility, pulsing angry blood into my mind. I will not be controlled by anyone but me and yet I have quietly submitted to things foreign to my nature in the hopes of being able to compromise when the red in me is to have my way, to win. Women and men are creatures of nature calmed by civilization, reigned in and sterilized by cowering society, unaware of their potential beyond civility's influence. To rebel is to live above the crowd and feel the true essence of life. To throw off the burden of the status quo and don the coat true freedom is an act of courage. To rail against death and embrace life as a final destination is the way of those unafraid to ask why and bold enough to challenge the answer. It is living life with only the safety of knowledge, reason and reality. Looking over your shoulder gives a clear view of the past but is of no help unless you use that view to prepare for the immediate future of now, disregarding the comfort of an unseen hands and knowing the invisible and nonexistent are the same.