Angol
An "illuminarc" is a melody in its own voice. A vision of closed eyes and contemplation. A zephyr of insubstantial sense. An echo without sound. A footfall without footsteps. It is, perhaps, mere fiction of malleable meaning for the non-believer. But for the rare Frostian seeker who chooses to take this path less traveled, the illuminarc is a soft strain of lilting call, as if from a siren of Odysseus. For her, the arc harkens a distant firefly within our subconscious, one which keeps its sublime flame alive against all of the chaos which confuses and batters the insides of our minds. ...
And yet, it is clear that the path to the source of our inner light is not a singular act. It is not to be found by simple meditation and "peering inside" ourselves, stirring our thoughts and memories and guiding principles to divine "the truth" and "our true self". The meandering labyrinth to our deepest core within must be traversed by un-spooling and unraveling the worldly experience we obtain without...
