To pursue greatness, the hero delves into the snares and confusion of the underworld where he must maze through half truths and puzzles. In his darkest hours, reality becomes fragmented, abstracted. Despite the sharks, he surfs on, embracing the day and ready to party (TGIF) through the pain. Visions of Feminine beauty inspire, whether self-fabricated or not. Tempted with false promises, he finds his purpose in the hunt, the pursuit, the unknown, until his life becomes washed away like a sand castle on the beach. Is it foolish to build ephemeral structures, or somehow more meaningful? Does his mortality give him purpose, a reason to act in the present?