What calls to you from the Great Unknown?
There are some things we are so certain of, that time itself unravels. The Unknowing calls for offerings: the old story that no longer serves. The soapbox that crumbles beneath our feet. The tenacious clinging to identities and masks.
What will you offer? What will you unwind?
There are some things that may frighten us. Or entice. Some things that time reveals, but only slowly. Part the curtain. The Unknown is waiting there: the unheard syncopation. The first brushstroke. The vague form of an idea. The awakening.