To venture into the depths of the subconscious is to risk madness. Few have the fortitude to dive into these depths, where the phantoms of our greatest intimacies dwell. In these unfathomable waters, we may only comprehend what lurks there through abstraction and obscure symbols. Yet it is crucial that we attain some grasp of what lies beneath this surface, for failure to come to terms with these shadows and echoes leads to delusion, denial and self-deception. This is the root of lunacy.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.