Woman is to meet herself in the depths, in the mystical, the soul realms. To be weighted down,
what would otherwise buoy to the surface for lack of internal gravity or ballast.
She is to travel the terrain of interiority and reclaim the weight she has shed, the desire, the hunger, the erotic in perpetual service to other. This, that she may descend to bedrock, take her seat and reign.
To know, incontrovertibly who she is, that in the face of other, even the most compelling other, she does not lose her moorings-she does not impress, convince or accommodate.
She rests in the depths where the treasure is located, the “what” that makes the world go round.