But what lies behind it?
- An untold ecstasy of gold beyond even the psychedelic daydreams of a fever-brained conquistador.
- A pride of lions, torn from the endless plains of the Masai Mara, starved, confined and tormented hourly with meat-scented ticklesticks.
- Your lost love who left your sight ten years ago today, submerged under the bitter, grasping tide that breaks into tarry foam against the Fool's Lighthouse.
- None of the above.