The Coil
Reposted to add the voiceover I forgot.
As we look along the spiral line paid out around us, how we strain to apprehend our apogee before we near the coil’s anchored end. Oh, but where we stand, with sight occluded by the sand that ribbons through the hourglass, what perspective we might claim can only stumble in the rain of transience, although at times our hands may light upon the endless curve that girds us. But when the hammer strikes the glass and breaks the coil’s pellucid prison; when eternity’s inrushing tide alights in spate on unobstructed eyes like sheets of gold—
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Thank you for voicing this, Mark. Your voice highlights the unresolved ending and The Mystery, the inrushing tide (!) that will come and sweep us into that eternal Love--
“with eternity’s values in view”