The octopus is whatever it needs to be to win: invisible or ominous, strong or liquid, ugly or beautiful. It is smarter than its enemies, but feels with the strength of three hearts. It uses ink to conceal, and jets to escape. It has the resolve to detach its own limbs when attacked, and the inventiveness to light its own way in the darkness.
The way of the bull comes naturally to me. But I try every day to be more like the octopus.