TRAPPED...where what's in your mind is more dangerous than what's on your mind. Somewhere in the desert Middle East, an Explorer is about to embark on a major discovery......... What begins as an exterior scientific journey becomes an interior exploration of the cobwebs of his mind.  Battling a sand storm he starts out physically free, but emotionally trapped by his inhibitions.  By the end he is physically entrapped in a subterranean cave, but having wrestled with and overcome his personal demons, his soul is free to wander the heavens of delight..... On the eve of departing for a momentous archaeological excavation the Explorer indulges in an evening of lust and desire before months of deprivation sleeping alone in an isolated tent.  To his dismay, the evening ends in unfulfilled frustration.  He crawls off to his single sleeping bag, writing in his diary of what could have been.  As he writes, he falls asleep.  The sands of time start to flutter, developing into a full-blown sandstorm blowing away his Book of Life.   He sets off on his journey. In his dream, the Explorer descends into his subconscious where he encounters his demons: Anger, fear of Intimacy, his lost Innocence. They open the door to his mind and allow him to pass through.  These benign creatures are, after all, nothing but the unfamiliar.  They are waiting for him.  They want him to know them.  In their haste for acceptance they grab on to him almost smothering him, breaking his rope.   There is no escape. There is no choice but to confront them. Turbulence ensues, and in this midst of this, Enlightenment comes sailing into the Explorer's environment.  He embraces the hope she represents.  She removes the veil that has prevented him from seeing that his demons are nothing but the unknown. Realizing this, he makes peace with them, and they act in concert to set him free.  Once he accepts that which he resisted, he is liberated, but at a physical cost. His lifeline to the exterior world has been severed. The final chapter of his Book of Life has been written, and the Book can now be closed.  As the Explorer is lifted up into the White Light, he lets loose a handful of the sands of time just as Knowledge collects the scattered pages of this diary and lifts them up, heavenward......... "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." - Aristotle