Trust is important, she said.
Can I trust you? he replied.
Can you afford not to?
This is not sad; it is a change, a letting go, from which something else may begin, she said. Whatever comes out of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace, I will offer it up as a burnt offering.
This thing of beauty
Held within a hand and heart
Will betray us all.
Nobody entering the Opal Forest emerges unscathed; they stagger into the light and for a moment it is the real world that seems as a dream. The key is knowing which forest to get lost in, which mountain to climb, which battle to walk away from. Of all the journeys we take, it is the ones we fear the most that we gain from.