At a certain point you stop saying how will I be saved. You say something else. How will I stand. How will I play what I have left without degrading myself. How will I step into the fire without starting to beg for a little water from those who built their reservoirs on my back. That is where the shift happens. That is where the person who had only defeats begins to gain something the winners cannot bear even to look at. Inner space. Silence. A clear gaze.