Everything wants your attention. It needs the energy that resides in you. Everywhere we turn you are put upon like a village that's war torn: every bookmaker, self-help book, advert for self-realisation, trying to package you into the perfect human: no flaws, wanting you to grab the thrill to be dashing and charismatic that only they can fulfill, if you grasp their opportunity. Life without the flaws would render us a flatline, never climbing...