"As horses will when pushed in their ribcages by pointy boots, doubt will move on to blazing horizons of ruin unchecked. They will move not on their own volition, but in frenzied reaction to outer wounds; though in the end, when the pits of Hell are before even the bravest of steeds, all the horrors that thrusting kicks once omitted become crystal clear. Thus they ultimately reject all external orders and intents, decisively embracing the rushing thunders deep inside their subconcious underworld."