The language of the soul. Elevated once before and then filed away as useless metaphor. Critiqued into none existence, scrubbing the ink off the page. Understood as fact, as a literal consequence of the Gods, the arrows have turned to bombs exploding away the ground of being from underneath our feet. Taken as myth they can bring us round to face the truth, as the light bleeds through the pierced shields healing the wounded warriors.
– Josh Fleming
Inspired by: Joseph Campbell