To rejuvenate her perspective, Ruth has set out to search, absorbing the alchemy nearby grasslands purvey, transforming her outlook in taking notice of rhapsody in all things as they characterize a universal nature to pass away. Rather than rummaging on with the sacred texts to behold what every seeker should endeavor to find, she’ll wager the giggling absurdity into looping madness, obliterating pride, teetering breathless at the edge of death, loosening grip on the mind. The questions are of an order so tall, leading to more, the mystery enthralls. Try as she may, she won’t cut one head off of the Hydra and see the rest fall. Scratching to alleviate her mind from its tedium and self-doubt, the actualization of her longing blossomed among the vegetation’s serene green pastures where life is free to roam around and throughout. The mushroom is harmless, but the mind may believe in its fatality. The insight becomes clear to her: amnesia is the drug of duality.