Believe me...every demand that I make carries a slice of my 'self'. All of them are not equally pleasing. I've vainly tried sometimes to sober them, hide them, rephrase them, fake them and always ended up dearly owning them, loving them. An apparently disorienting demand carries elements far beyond the obvious...something deeper, deepseated, undying, raw, uncivilized, rude, crude, deranging, yet real, pure! And I will never cease to have them.