We have a safe place inside us, where devils fear to tread
The guest list to this protective nucleus is limited because time and space are finite.
But from this vantage point, we can fly into its atmospheric rings or tiptoe in slow motion or flit and dance in its electron cloud.
We can look down or look out.
We can rest or hide.
We can sing Elvish or Elvis.
It's our nucleus.
But in the epicentre, space is in short supply.
A safe place can be small, dark, cramped, locked.
Open it and is no longer quite so safe. No longer a safe.
And when uncle safety takes a holiday, aunty anxiety might invite herself round.
Just saying...keep an eye out.
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