It was an episode similar to being engulfed by a ferocious storm that lifts, swirls, chokes you in its madness and eventually spits you out of its embrace! I have lived it thus, yet know not what it was. In its rapidity there was an underlying civility: chances to understand these overwhelming shadows. Chances to synchronize with the rhythm of the storm. Chances to rise above all. But my madness surpassed that of the storm and I knew it not. And soon, it was day again. The rage of the stor...