My subconscious will always exploit the opportunity to drag me down into it's churning waters, plunging me into it's soft, centrifugal, uncertainties. My weightless soul seems to float, and turn and twist down there. In those nourishing, and heavy, fluids I have given birth to innumerable daughters and they are introduced to a perfectly private world that is absolutely, entirely, my own. I remain the matriarch of my shoal, the infinite mother of every swimming princess that abides in my innocent deeps. In my ordinary life, all I need do is to shut my eyes and permit those seething waters to rise and swallow me up. For all of my intents and purposes, I am that precious water, incarnate.