Day: December 1, 2013
The Poet of Black
Where lies the proper value of light?
Morning Trip (114)
“Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue – that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man’s destruction is finished.”
“We are more than just flesh and bones. There’s a certain spiritual nature and something of the mind that we can’t measure. We can’t find it. With all our sophisticated equipment, we cannot monitor or define it, and yet it’s there.”
Destruction into Creation. No matter the feeling or literal, making and unmaking, and making of the unmade.