Birds and other gods

In the most potent pictures I make I forget the world and the world forgets me, and I am as credible as a Neanderthal raising a blade of charcoal to the cave walls, pledging allegiance with the supernatural via the natural and in an effort to gain understanding over the world. What surprises me the most is that an effort that precludes so much complexity is an effort that needs to seem effortless so as to be accepted. And to accept mystery in your heart is to accept that you may not be able to solve it.

The point is an open heart.

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