A snail's defence.

 Learning reminds me that I am still alive. Like a snail, who feels threatened I often retreat into my shell of literature, art and video content.

 New perspectives soothe me like gel on my back and under my feet. I get to slide into a world of beautiful stories. Ones which run wild in fantasy and fiction and yet slowly pull me into a state of euphoria and expansion. 

When I am in my shell, I no longer ruminate on the words of my prior predators. Instead I realise that my home of intellect confides me and brings me to a state of safety.

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