you come to a bridge – rooted in self, stretching toward the unknown… the bridge links places, concepts, ideas – the material with the spiritual…

waking life and dream-world… as you begin to cross the way becomes shrouded in mist… your feet tread air, shifting and dissolving…

ambiguity gives rise to multiple interpretations… truth is relative and debate ensues…

unlike its solid brethren, leads to greater freedom – freedom of choice, freedom to fall…