Sources that have remained external in our lives now appear closer. Appear as messages. Clues and links that bring man to the brink of a new age. Sources that have begun, surprisingly, to feed the soul. The quiet earth with divine patience reappears in the midst of technological splitting and touches man on the shoulder.
Man lays down from accumulated burdens, with no answers and no support.
The weight of a century blankets the world without concept of borders. Man has finally reached a global harmony, manifested in anxiety and hopelessness for the human condition. Common to every tongue. Unable to return, unable to remember, the future is comfortably close now offering at least a new question. Art, groping for it's lost mantel, is awakened suddenly so close to the noon hour.