This is a collection about the severing of ignorance, of needs not met—of Ego. This is the perpetual knocking of a door. This is the sexless engagement with Self. The mother in us all and the fathertrickster guarding the door of our unconscious. This is the ungraceful fury of calm, the kindness that comes with patience. I used alchemical terms to explain the depletion of my shadowy mother to the resplendent light that is myself—the One responsible for my turmoil and my joy. I came from light and to light I shall return.