Slicing through the air with effortless aplomb, the moment you take your first swing, you wield your axe like you are a master in the art of gleaning. Those before you are in awe. They cannot imagine what your next move will be. You carry yourself as balanced and poised as a performer dancing brutally among them; the searing star of stars, your robe cascading to the earth in showers of gold. But that is not the truth.
