But what if the prince is meant to be a metaphor? –Justine Musk
A metaphor for what, I thought. And then I read the rest of the passage. . . .
When you fight your way through painful experience, when you descend into your personal underground and come back up into the light, when you retreat from the world into a kind of slumber, a waking dream, to assimilate your truth and grow strong enough to carry it: what if the prize for all of this, for getting through to the other side, isn’t a man on a white horse with a feathered hat on his oversized head, but a more integrated sense of self, and a vision for your future that makes you come alive?
This has become my definition of Transformation.
Slowly. One step at a time.
Seeing. But not entirely discerning the vision.
Yet, it is there.