To say inside of any of us, there is just one person is a lie. We are made up of a dozen or a hundred or a thousand distinct sides. Always shifting, sometimes buried, sometimes coming to the fore. These flights of fancy come and go, like waves upon the shore. We hide our primal natures, behind masks we wear for show. Much of us exists obscured, as a forest in the night. To know ourselves at all is, to come face to face with shadow. And with honesty of purpose, bring the darkness to the light.