I had lived inside my father’s castle, a very strong one, and the siege against the world was on. But it turned out I made a strategic error; devastating, because when I turned ‘round, the enemy wasn’t outside, but rather, inside my castle; it’s thick walls no longer keeping everything out, but only me in. So I was pressed on two fronts. I had won the war of attrition with the world, the world of people, only to come up against a greater foe, by far, right up next to me.
Like all great kings, with my back comfortably against the wall, I could never figure out where was my enemy. Because he was closer than I imagined. I was always surprised when the serpent struck my heel.