cassandra, the foresight, the foreknowledge, looking down from a really big hill, knowing exactly where the path lays. knowing exactly what is ahead. the sound and sight of inevitability. the image of those giant tidal waves from asteroid hitting the earth movies, or underwater space alien movies, where there's no escaping what's coming, there's no running, no amount of distraction, no amount of movement, or even replacement, can nudge the force of nature from traversing across life. what can you do but resign yourself to it, stop fighting it, let it wash over you. accept it and not fight it. it's like i'm speaking of death, when, in fact, i'm talking about living.