The soul’s journey to its ultimate post-life? An enticement to embrace a pan-naturism? Answers prove elusive as the Wander continues. We strain to hear echoes of the Word.
It is as though a guide has led a reluctant protagonist through realms both inherent and elemental—witness the water and flame forms, repeated as a rebuke of nihilism. At last the quest denied is taken up! At last, action is initiated! The messenger—communer with the Outer and the Inner—is the spark, the instigation of motion: O, Impetus! Seen in this light, the entire figure takes on the appearance not of aura, formless energy, but instead of a compass rose, that which orients.
We are never alone who listen for the Voice.
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