You need to protect yourself too. As soon as you reveal a hidden desire, someone is quick to chop you down to size. The "herd" tends to want you to blend in with the herd. There is safety in numbers. And if you stick out, well, they want to put you on the chopping block. Your desire, your belief, your optimism is dangerous to the herd.
So after lots of "pricks and kicks" you think you need to wrap yourself in armor. You think the armor can blunt the sharp weapons of ridicule and indifference. But the armor is a cage. A prison. Pretty soon you're clanking around the living room like some tin-can joke.
So you have to drop the armor. Take the visor off. Open your heart and arms. You are now a juicy, inviting target. So you need to stay sharp, quick, limber. And you must be ready to dance. At the drop of a hat, or a glint of a knife. Just dance.
