The earth spins in a ballet of universal orchestration, as if a great and mighty hand has choreographed the dance and composed the score... to think of all of the life it has carried, blown about by the whims of a force as fickle as the wind... our originators, our agrarian great- great-great-greats... to us. A modern body is constantly in motion, in a curious sort of transport from one place to another. We are beamed between points by way of roads painstakingly built by heaving, sighing, …

I lie awake in a midnight room, my eyes transfixed to the walls. I woke up not to a sound, but to a sight: branches gliding around the walls; a production presented by a slit in the curtain, a nearby maple, and a glowing street lamp. I watch the light for some time. Another glow appears at the periphery of my sight, this time originating from my phone on the floor. Within arm’s reach, I pick it up and get lost.

The world I enter is flooded with images, so much so, that each is …

So let us begin, with a cup of tea in hand and a rapt eye for the truth. And what is it? That of a new era, a difficult time in so many ways. Creation is daunting, difficult, nearly impossible. By nature, the spirit of creation is elusive; a fragile thing that flies on delicate wings. Man tries to grasp it in his palm and crushes it. Creation is whole and entire... and yet, received in fragments, drops, torrents, drizzles, sprinkles.

Our minds are expending resources upon sur…