We are not savage because we have become something ruthless from the pain of our scars. We are savage because the truths of nature stare back at us in the mirror. We are ruthless because there is something we are protecting even when that something feels lost. The damage causes pain because we know our worth. We know the value of those intricately crafted dreams cast aside in the valley of broken things. However, there are yet more undiscovered countries of which we have not scratched the surface. We’ve been small-timing it, content with our islands, when there are worlds within ourselves. How did we forget this? And how do we go about remembering the full measure of that vast expanse?