Alchemy aligns with the solar direction. True existence is beyond the self. And only what the soul can bare, if the soul is deemed alive. Mortar and pestle full of Red Rose & Obsidian. Not knowing where you are in the cave, or how far out you are in the woods, but the being of lost isn’t an emotion felt. Presently. Like watching your spirit rise like steam away from you. You being the leftbehind here. You being witness of now experiencing here. Million Brazilians surrounding the peripheral senses like Lullabies For Insomniacs. Nothing like a comfortable ritual. One answer re-mains: