You’ve been kidnapped and given a choice: would you rather be stranded on an island, dropped into an unknown forest, or locked in a strange building?
Dropped in a deep dark forest the last few years. Just by chance I see a book with illustrations. Is this any different from life? I say not. I have had the literature and often looked for the illustrations. Today in this strange forest I have found my holy grail of art. I am overwhelmed with what I have found!
Do I walk down the path of its illumination? Do I follow this mad mystic, as a fucking stupid literature professor once called him?
Sometimes rolling around with Pluto in the dark forest, one finds gifts. In the open forest above the dark inviting caves I have found more than his darkness but a path out of this dark forest.
Pluto did kidnap me into his dark forest. I addressed him and so, out of Persephone’s love and their Jester’s humor, on their behalf… I found my get away.
A mossy green stone which is soft for sitting, and light from the sun slanting upon my book, make the Illustrations shine forth. The sound of a bright clean stream that echoes each joyful heartbeat is my gift today!! Here I will study the Master’s creation!!