The snake, a symbol of cunningness. Calm deceitfulness, known for rebellion. It sheds of its skin occasionally, revealing a new demeanor occasionally rebellious, sometimes surprising. It's real personality. That's a snake, that how you spot the snake, it holds all that in & eventually let's them out. To adapt, man puts on a jacket to prevent the cold from coming in. He becomes a new person with that jacket on. Taking on dirt & all foreign that his atmosphere drops. But at sanctuary, he becomes whole again. At home, he becomes himself. Dropping the jacket which is not him & finding peace in himself. At sanctuary he feels sanity, sanctity, serenely. He becomes him. Until he works outside without the jacket he remains another man to the world except for those who can dig within. So his flesh got to metamorphose. That's the difference, that's what distinct man & snake. There's scale which is body, there's jacket which is foreign.
Just Writings of Bored Me