Throughout the ages, across the Earth, and beyond history, there has lived a woman-spirit, so to speak, who has challenged the status-quo so radically as to cause the destruction of eras and reigns. In India she is known as the goddess Kali, divine destruction, blackness, all time and space. In the Middle East her story was so often retold that it became the 1001 Arabian Nights of tales that Scheherazade, in this incarnation, interwove to conquer an evil king. Since the time of the European Crusades (most likely before then, and still today), she is worshiped as the Black Madonna, who, clandestine though she is, has held subversive power over Catholic and other Christian churches, notably in the Americas. The aura of these examples– and many others– is of a woman born of imagination. Collectively their Madonnadology, as I call it, is a spirit of belief, a matter of faith– but in chaos, change, and ultimately, the unknown.