Bambi

Bambi

I feel a weight that is not a representation of weight, but of core reality – the heart of the matter, the pulse of process and creation. There is the aesthetic rapture that mystics pursue, that theologians and philosophers anatomize and speculate upon and translate for human kind so that it can make sense of much that is inexplicable or unbearable – the finiteness of life, the inexorable passage of time, endings.