there is a certain mettle that is made thru this journey; a certain mettle that is worn as a metal on the chest-breast of those who carry thru the end of it, who journey thru-past-beyond the edges of the underworld and emerge victorious to their own hero’s journey. there is. there is a certain mettle created there, in that underworld; a mettle that means one’s own determination to Be Alive. to Live Again. to breathe, and laugh, and try, and fail, and Give, again. there is. there is a certain mettle that is made thru this journey, a certain mettle made only for The One who carries this atop their breast, on their chest. there is.