The giant Stalo is described as a ”one-eyed” and cruel giant wearing black iron clothes. I think he represent what we are in our projected narcisissm. When we merge completely with the collective consciousness, and its inhuman one-sidedness which will then appear as this giant with black iron armor for clothes. As a young boy I had to learn to defend myself using my wits to keep him away from me. This is what a collective attitude does when it is dressed up in iron that make us impenetrable. The stalo then becomes our individual wholeness transferred to the collective and portrayed as a wicked, man-eating unintelligent and easily deceived giant. Often fooled by our supressed psychic condciousness in the shape of the children he intended to eat. This is something we do not acknowledge as coming from us. Those children is what we once were, a relationship to the whole of life we still carry within us through them. When we loose this we become giants. We extend too far beyond what we are. And our one-eyedness in the shape of a stalo will make us just like him, a little sluggish and slow because as giants we do not have any presence in ourselves, in our own feelings. We have been completely transformed into collective individuals. And that tend to make us feel vulnerable and stupid, so we become self-defensive. This is something that everyone faces and must overcome. Otherwise, the stalo will just eat you. It will swallow us whole. We will become what he is. This is what I was told when I was young, what I then experienced in people without really being able to define what it was. It terrified me. As I grew up I saw them all over the place, and now I have found him in me. Which means that I have to wrestle him every day when I get out of bed. It has never been about if they exist or not. It’s just about if I am able to confront him for what he is, for what he represents in me, and if I will make him a friend or a foe.