I found this amazing tree on the beach at Pattaya, Thailand. It appears as if the tree had drunk once too often in the waters of the unconscious and in doing so, has lost its sense of self, its will to live. In the realm of psychoanalysis, one is tempted to explore too intensely the unconscious. The attraction of the realm that ultimately belongs to the gods of the underworld, is cloaked in the mystery of fantasy places and figures. One is tempted to drink their water, to join in their heroic interplay and if possible, become a godling. One risks possession by archetype, by the primordial energies that know no boundaries between right or wrong. All is one, all is none.