“I use to hunt truth like a wild animal,
desperately reading the signs in people’s
faces, in the words left behind. Even in
the lucky moments that I was able to
shoot an arrow straight into truth’s heart,
I was left hungry as I placed the soulless
trophy on my mantle. I woke up aching to
meet truth, to get to know her, so I invited her to
my canvas. I started to paint, truth wanted
to be born, to move, to dance, to flirt and
to die. She invited me to see myself, to
witness, to be with life. In these
moments of remembering, I felt
alive." - Bubble
Between the Sun and the Moon there is a fork in the road. Most Goddesses choose one path to travel. The Goddess of The Way straddles the path, dan...