Last night, I was on an island. There were a few other strangers stranded with me. We panicked at first, then succumbed to the numbness of hopelessness. Ironically, fear was left intact. Fear can drive a man to do foolish things. A cage washed up on the shores and we started reinforcing it. We made sure that nothing could breach this cage. Fear drove us to do it. We reasoned that the cage would protect us from our fears. Will I eventually be able to ascertain whether this was an epiphany or a nightmare?


