Concept

There is.........something unrelated to time or space. It has no color, weight or form--nothing of substance and yet always problematic. Neither here nor gone away; function and refusal never coexist. Yet something essential is present; knowing senses it. It is nothing? The choice is devastating. We ignore it to our peril! For us... for us!...it is everything. It is spirit that embraces truth. This is the reality that light affords. This is the pyramid on which we labor. Here is the base that holds our history. This is the adventure we share. When we catch the wonder of it, that is the moment of awe. Then it is that we may sweep away the tangled cliche of sight, of touch, of even art. And then on some remote and quiet spirit shore may finally encounter that which now we seek, but be prepared... For us, though we shall never part in that blessed glory of finality, more likely, we shall not. ~