And this morning I looked into the mirror and saw the enemy. Old and haggard but always the same the enemy stared back. I think his hair was darker than mine or perhaps lighter...his eyes well they could have been any shade...his skin most definitely was the colour of a persons and he or perhaps she stood an average height. The enemy stared back through human history and saw the same thing: himself. On top and On the bottom always changing always the same.

Hu(Wo)Man.