He brushes his hair with the rough palm of his hand as he surveys the room over the brim of his glasses.
With one raise of an eyebrow, he unbuckles his jaw and lightly licks his bottom lip.
Surveillance is his key to survival. We are all pawns to his purpose — and believe me, he has control.
His survival instincts are different than yours or mine.
He can never be sure who is a threat. He doesnt know you yet,
but he will.
He subjects himself to submission just to facilitate the flow. Unwinds the bait and reels in your ego. Keep your enemies close.
Keep them wanting more.
The Culture of Water 