Pride Cometh Before A Fall, But Then What?
Once upon a time there was a boy called Icarus and he had amazing gifts given to him, and as he exulted in them he fucked it all up and died. The end. Only, what if it isn't the end? What if Icarus smashed his body on the surface of the sea, but instead of perishing utterly somehow floated, devastatingly injured, back to shore? Perhaps he landed on a different continent, full of shade, the tides of his home country having shunned him, and he set about understanding his fall. At first in despair and anger, and then in recognition that of the two options - surrendering to death or surrendering to his Will - only one was acceptable, he has no choice but to rebuild himself. First the inside; therapy, stalwart friends, removing the possibility of being confronted with the howls of those who contributed to, relished, or unwittingly participated in his fall. A daily practice and an understanding that to err is human, but to continue erring is bloody stupid. Slowly he comes back together i