Like a hornbill searching a hundred meters above for the celestial plateau atop the existential range, no less a worm wriggling inches below to find a worm heaven, I feel out the world with its impressions of the present and fill up my senses with its intimations of the hidden; like a deer looking up its antlers, no less the forest, for signs of the divine, I look to my feet, no less the horizon, to tap into the beat of time. (Photo: Zaharan Razak; January 10, 2011)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Religion Is Thick In Symbolisms and Traditions & Thin On Proven Facts ... Evil Impersonate?
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