We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
A great depth of ecology is exposed, unimaginable growths and declines, to bring us here. Signals, transcend and transpond, awaiting some response. Feedback loops have become twisted and frayed, misguided passengers. Placed here by the gods, yet raised by this Earth. Cultured minarets attached to this mosque of root and stone, crying out, howling for the father, as we forget her name. Reticulating religions shout up at heavens gate, with hopes and fear, trembling in wait. Pleading for an eternity, while walking on its very path. This holy gift, is not a fall from grace, but a chance to explore its symmetry and design, to dissolve these dividing lines. As body again meets mind, as self introduces other, to sense and orient a passage, a space in-between. To hold a conversation within its myth and memory, as ritualistic cycles reverberate, as patterns reemerge, to remember our place, to remember our Mother. To remember, as we have always been cradled by the Heavens.
Image by: Øystein Sture Aspelund