Thoughts on the Opening

At first we seek transcendence, something that is removed and beyond.

Then, we come to foreclose on the the dreams and faith of our youth. The moment we come to realize that stars are nothing but dead, residual lights.

The revelation of our naivete.

Then, we come to understand what is immanent, what is present. The infinite that is with everything. There is no up or down, no limit of immanency.

Even when we talk about the beyond, it is always the beyond that is relative to the inner.

The secret of faith is to “assault the boarder”, to move towards the limit, the limit of what is truly limitless. We move up, hitting the limit, the place where something and nothing kiss, the liminal boundary.

We do not retreat, we push through, paradoxically moving towards and back, running and returning, touching but not touching, filling and surrounding.

The presence that draws forth the impossible that rests beyond, and within the possible..