Hidden within the very crucible of the language we use to deny, critique, and avoid it… the astute student of that which is holy may discover the living face of heaven. In these words before you it is present… but who amongst you can reveal it… even to themselves?

Alas, for our ways have become so abstract that we no longer remember the sources of language, with which we were so familiar in our infancy; and less still its true purposes. We are left with pieces of the skeleton, and in our misguided hubris we now wield as tools and weapons what were meant as living wings, whose feathered extensions were filled with eyes. What might have lifted us, cages us. What might have enlightened us… is the instrument of our blinding.

Yet all is not lost, for if even one amongst you cares to remember the firstways, find me, and we will, together, have such celebrations as even those in heaven despair of.