We feel that we are left alone, an empty cart pushed off to the side, forgotten, in the far end of some desolate parking lot. Without shelter from the gathering storm, but nothing that exists is empty or alone, as we are engulfed by the vastness of all space and time, held within these temporary minds to contemplate our place within these boundaries that never truly existed. “And oh yes, I have just discovered that that knocking on the walls of all space and consciousness is my own heart beating.” Somebody is always home, all we have to do is open up the door.
– Josh Fleming
Words in quotations by: Alan Watts, Cloud-Hidden Whereabouts Unknown, A Mountain Journal
Image by: Jerzy Durczak