The Precipice of Choice

At the end of his journey, the ragged wanderer comes to a point that forces his hand: a decision must be made. More than just a fanciful illustration, this image - in a sense - represents us all and our own choice. Approaching the edge of the precipice, the wanderer has dropped his shield and sword, signifying that he is ready to face the onward path openly, having relinquished all offensive and defensive elements of his being. Behind him lay the cold grave stones of the personal demons which kept him from seeing the truth for so long: pride, discontent, ignorance, and fear. Finally he see the implications of his choice, the ultimate finality of it all, of where the path shall lead once his mind has been made. Does he ascend the verdant mountain to the golden kingdom in the clouds, the everlasting city of the King where the living waters flow forevermore, or does he traverse the dense mists of confusion and descend into the dark pandemonium of eternal shadow b