What is it you are trying to say exhibited here with such a dark-eyed intensity –
birds on a wire sitting steady like rocks with a purpose yet conscious of nothing in this lush
October landscape filled with an innocence, breathing the air that is forever changing
at this hour in the light of a new idea silently evolving from some deep mystery.
Who assigned you to this silence?
The muse of inspiration, or the one of imagination?
. . . . .
I see that the life of this place is always emerging beyond expectation or prediction or typicality, that it is unique, given to the world minute by minute, only once, never to be repeated. And this is when I see that this life is a miracle, absolutely worth having, absolutely worth saving. We are alive within mystery, by miracle.
– Wendell Berry
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