Beyond a fence, down a 10-foot drop, across a moat, beside a rocky shore protected on both sides by steep cliffs, three young tigers romp on sun-dappled, green, green grass. There's something fairy-tale about the setting; the multiple physical barriers, the striking beauty of the residents--their eyes of fire, their garments of marigold striped with ebony, their faces showing nothing but royal disdain. No wonder William Blake exclaimed upon the tiger's fearful burning divinity; no wonder Shiva, the Hindu god of destruction and regeneration, clothes himself in a tiger skin; no wonder the tiger represents yin, the energizing... More >>>