The prospect of growth is as much a prospect of loss, and threat to security and bounty. One must die in order to become. Newly won capacities place us in a tumult of new psychic phenomenon, and we become like Odysseus shipwrecked in a stormy sea. Like him we cling tenaciously to the shattered keel of the ship we originally set out upon, our only and last connection to a familiar reality. Why give it up? Do we have the strength to leave and change? Perhaps the voices encouraging us to venture out on our own belong to the cruel Sirens? So we close our eyes, and hold to what we know.