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The first thing I'd grab would be reality.
But, in a worst-case scenario, I'd probably grab the medium-sized houseplant we have on a table next to the bed. It would be interesting to see what flying dirt, metal, and shrubbery could do in a darkened hallway.
After that, I'd go apeshit, which wouldn't be pretty. I'm half Irish, half French, which pretty much means I fight dirty (especially when drunk) and only surrender if it will save lives (WWII) or after I've already had a good run at it (Napoleonic Wars). But, then again, the Irish side will likely just carry on until I get what I want, or until I'm dead.*
*The sooner of the two.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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