The psyche has a stunning architecture.

Lush courtyards, pristine pavilions, and mighty halls.
Dungeons, weaponhouses and guardrooms.
Hidden staircases, deep cisterns, and secluded balconies .

Every morning we go out our door and into the world.

But, from the standpoint of the psyche we may never leave the main hall that is the default state of mind.

And because we view the world through the psyche, we may travel to the end of the world - but end up never having moved at all.

Perhaps coming to know the castle of consciousness is the real adventure.

To walk in the gardens, smelling the myriad of flowers.

To discover a never-before lit fireplace, and gaze the dragon rock carvings come alive as the flame is kindled.

To find the crack in the Northern wall through which milky rays of light aliven a wish fulfilling mirror every full moon.

To wander its peripheral hallways and climb its clandestine ladders, not just remain an anxious visitor in the courtyard, or a king - drowsy from cheese and wine on a worn out throne.

They say form follows function.

If so, how would we know our purpose for being here differently, if we take time to familiarise with the architecture of our psyche?

That a question who's answer deserves to be lived.