The first night we set up camp in the dark. We walked to her, some of us preparing to conquer her, others of us imagining what it would be like to unite with her. Her image was more daunting than I expected. She was a dark abyss that could pull us in and send us hundreds of miles away. I imagined being consumed by her void, not able to see anything but the moonlight above. It wasn’t until morning that I dared to touch her.

She reached a hand into the air before her, eager to touch something, anything—a candlestick, the edge of a desk—hers... I slip through the world, she thought: Whereas the bodies they have move through space more easily than mine, seem alive, and I—I move on and drift. She looked out of her window into the dark glass of a shop across the way. How strange, witnessing the bright lights of town, which changed into the muted golden squares of windows in the suburban homes that fo…

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…