It might disappear from sight but, like a fire smoldering in peat underground, emerges when conditions are more favourable. It cannot be extinguished.
There is this saying among the fisher kings ... "up she comes bois!"
I get an image of R. Williams lying naked under the stars ... out in a field ... autonomous? No ... in the dark with a new friend trying to help with the great grief ... ya' Zaes could this be? So much to read into given whats went by in time and obscured by those wishing to be first ... someone said that the past president speant many millions of golf alone. Can such be justified in the conscience? What if the psyche and its parts are denied? There goeth the conscience ... allowing that dark goth word! Frightening to learn ...
It might appear mystical and foggy ... like Eire and the obscured psyche ...