He walks through life pretending he’s safe because he wears armour; but he doesn’t feel it.
He’s spent a lifetime polishing the armour and enveloping himself in an impenetrable wall of defence.
Yet he’s afraid of everything.
He doesn’t know this armour not only keeps people out, but keeps the rancor in.
Only when he looks inward and confronts the demons does he start to feel safe.
It’s then that he learns true power comes not from the strength of his armour against the world, but in being able to take it off and live fully, baring his chest and heart, knowing he’s safe because the threat was within all along.
Let down your defences gentlemen. Let the rancor out.