I measure myself against a tree. Then I measure myself against our family's marble floor. Then I hide behind the white living room curtains and pretend I am two years old and small enough to not speak, and get lost.
"Bullfighting, it seems to me, gives us a clue. Kill the beast by all means, they say, but make it a contest, a ritual, and honour your antagonist for his strength adn bravery. eat him too, after you have vanquished him. Look him in the eyes before you kill him, and thank him afterwards. Sing songs about him.
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