Under millions of stars gravity gathers strength between you and me. A birth, growth and the infinity of death. Beyond them is a land of relief and solace. Relief from fear, fear of death, and the anxieties of growth, Deliverance from decay and destruction. A silence may be found there, a light sacred. On the moist surface of the land spirits of life may sprout. From beyond the vaults of the landscape’s silence a lightning, thunder a downpour follows. Streams and currents populate the recesses of the earth, mobilize the earthworm. It slowly ploughs through the earth, The little worm – prophet. By then the birds will have brought seeds to sow. The seeds are scattered and felt to grow. Silence again…….. A wind blows to proclaim the silence as over, an ancient wind, a carrier of warmth and chill. Human culture and civilization will slowly solidify from those vague vapors. The seeds will grow before the murmur of formation dies out. They bloom with an imperceptible rhythm. Away from the density of moments, the clots of time, they spread into centuries. In ceaseless celebration.