A. Turned on, tuned in test-tone amplification and sound source overload. jumping head first into the battle …bombardment… noise explosions all around. Crouch down and take an overview. Heighten the senses listen and learn. “what is the sound trying to say to my ears now?” steel nerves. Breathe. Prepare for pain. Improvise a plan. Exert the force of sheer will. Solemnly, pick a direction. Time to go hunting. Grab your weapons. Abandon all external and extemporaneous distractions. Stalk and follow your prey. Kill all enemies that get in the way. Find the sound you are looking for. The sound that tortures your brain. you know its hiding out there somewhere, but where? I can feel it in every pulse…in every movement. I hear it inside me although my ears might be focused on something quite different, erase any doubt about your ability to achieve success. know full well that when it comes time to battle the demon eye to eye you will not flinch. Fight until you win. Don’t be content with the satisfaction of the moment. Live with the result of your conquest for many days and do not hesitate to stick your hands all over your prize to make it everything you want it to be. Saw a vagabond once wander into the crocodiles pit and laugh and cry …and laugh. Stoic and loud with thick, punishing terror. Chaos and rhythm …voice of life …abrupt change. Malevolent contest, above all empty and continue. Sudden catalyst triggered to action, fixture of emotion and wonder. Illustrate that which has no right or wrong answers. Always growing less direct the frothing spew you call the choices parcel…is…disconnected now. It is separate from the corresponding knowledge of it’s mere presence. Simply there, immediate and eager for a fertile beginning. Repeat.