Snakeskin People mistake the shed skin for the snake itself, and while they pin it on the wall, congratulate themselves, the snake slithers away to hide and wait. But for the greatest fools - the most lucky, the most doomed - it comes again, from behind this time. Coiled spiral snaps unwinds, strikes sharp straight into time, sinks its teeth in, injects its sacred poison. Slow acting it drives them crazy, it gives no rest: Liberated Fury drives them relentlessly along the vein of an endless quest-ion.