Something curled up, put the words in his mouth, and left him holding the bag. On second thought it was just a small amount of booze, unleashing the dragon in his heart. But the heart has 4 chambers, was it too much to think that it could have two faces. He thought of the pictures, the tankas that he saw, the deities with spinning faces, each facet holding a promise of path nailed down. Was there no escape, or was the idea of free will to be as transparent as all other illusions. There was no escape.