Surrounded by a sea of sorrow, a lonely traveler fights the rising tides. Sitting in a small wooden vessel, with nothing but a single oar to fight the powerful current. All hope starts to fade into the fast darkening night. The rising cold water starts to pierce through the bottom of his tiny wooden ship. The traveler looks calmly to his feet as the water starts to reach his knees. Not a seer, no premonition seen, nor any other form of foresight, his fate is known and understood by him. The Traveler looks to the black and says these words softly almost as if he is speaking to a child. "Pain is the essence of Love ".