A person can be found in the recesses of any space; a library, a park, or a classroom. But few have eyes so deep that they see everything, eyes that know the earth holds beauty unknown to man. A petal drifts languidly across the consciousness of many, upon its underside lays the hunger of the world. But all that mankind sees is the side that reflects the light, the side displayed in admiration.
What would it be to explore the murky underbelly of our consciousness? What wonders lay in the dark unknown of the world?