I am alike to blown sand: not even a nomad, but that under which one treads. And when I reflect on the acrimony between Islamic terrorism and the West, I shudder to realize that I myself sometimes feel more antipodal to all of humanity than those enemies faced off could ever envision the other.  I could almost cringe with such loneliness and fold into nothingness except the shock of life shakes me as if I were a White Tyger (hu bai) in a small cage and the shaking convulses me into an energy torment—a psychic rage.  And I thusly become dangerous and a player in this world.