There is a point in ones mind where thought ends and only action lives. My point is that tiny blur in the center of a target. Its the small head of a person down wind. I exist there. I thrive in that spot. I am the rain. The rain of brass on the floor. The thunderous blast from my rifle. The storm of fear in those eyes. You can't stop the rain. Shove the clip in. Click. Caulk the gun. Click. Safety off. Click. Trigger ready. Click. All there is, all there ever was. Its in there. In that blur. My heart pauses. I am nothing. I nudge the trigger. "boom"