We are starving for the divine. That hunger is everywhere. It shows itself in the restless way people chase meaning, in the empty shrine of materialism, in the way despair creeps in when nothing seems to matter. This hunger has been so twisted that longing itself is treated as foolish.

There is something so strange about time and connection and the joy that descends with you as you fall through the cracks of this world. We are riddled with stories of changing our fate - that we create and choose in ways that naively ignore an ancient weaving.

All experiences have a beginning, a middle, and an end - whether we need things to stay the same, or we believe we are forever stuck.

There is no way to depict the Deeper Powers of this world that will not scare, offend, or put-off the majority of modern humans.