Thus, this is the third story line I find compelling out of mutual history with the myth. Divine transformation of the soul, how inner beauty like an artist draws to you as second skin, as doppelganger, as your twin, who has a whole world you know nothing of (and we call it consciousness? and our strivings, moral?). The transformation of inner beauty is Psyche's overall task so that she opens the Beauty Box, that the Far-Looking Tower warned her not to, and swoons into unconsciousness, becomes the image of the divine beauty, the daughter, Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, reborn as mother, Demeter. Eros awakens her, as Psyche had previously rudely awakened him, with renewed spirit and completion of the pregnancy, bringing out into the world the inner beauty Psyche displayed in the form of everyone's daughter who has lived and gone what she has gone through, birthing a daughter named "Joy." The third story line is one that is not obvious on first or second reading: the ego-Self axis activates and plays itself out in ways that intertwine with the descriptions of this different threading of existence. In other words, how you become the richness of your inner life and the inner images living you so that you are the four seasons and realize their stories of reality to you. Truth then becomes a testing stone for your journey. Everyone one is the stories and lives in moral depths that the spiritual storms leap out of you, usually involuntarily, into what has secretly been growing in you, a secret even to yourself until the evidence reveals the truth; you are the soul's vessel, and its healing power, weather the terrorful dark bleak unblinking nights. You realize a whole soul is a compass for the journey you never learned to read and ignored for outer education and fulfillment, as you were ignorant, arrogant, and spiritually and psychologically blind. Then, like Buddha, you learn compassion for all that you threw away and lost because they only shape shifted into other energies trying to open you to the terrible splendor of the universe. Compassion learns you lessons you never knew existed. You were educated, but you had no knowledge despite your most vehement protests to the contrary.