A man is afraid of the unknown yet doesn't know his mind. It plays tricks on his consciousness all the time, making decisions that he thinks right at the time but regrets later and realizes that decision had no reason or rhyme. He goes into his mind to find social conditioning that leads his life without his permission and so he takes up the mission to establish his own mind, own brain, own vision, to find what's been missing. It's been lost and he knows it'll take some time to be found and he knows he'll spend some time messing around, he'll be shocked, he'll be astounded at the nonsense that persists in his subconscious that's been allowed to exist. Now he has to exorcise it but first he must exercise it, his right to live his will to conquer his demons and green eyed monsters that have been allowed to foster and play the role of his mother and father. The mission is intense, the pressure is immense, and now his resolves is leaning on the fence. Should he run? Should he quit? Should he say "fuck this shit?" Who knows, there's only one heart and soul as he enters the shadows to rediscover his own goals.