A story about freedom. A story about bondage. A story about occupation, infertility and living in the shadow of the oppressor. A story that sleepwalks a thin line of waking numbness and a story about wrestling with what lies beneath through the night in fits of alive and fighting to breathe under the canopy of scarlet drapes lit from below by a brass candelabra during nightfall.
What exists with the power for destruction, invisible unknowable unseeable, and what one can do to illuminate the truth from within and dissolve the threat altogether.
Resiliant recognizance: the alchemy through a veiled mystery towards the inner wick and flickering flame of truth–finding the substance of soul, of self. We are all born with a questions. The story of my quest.