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The Illusion of the Virgin and the Savior


Star | Light | Photo by Neil de la Flor

“We are the stars which sing, we sing with our light…” (“Song of the Stars“, Dead Can Dance)

Sometimes stars are stones. Sometimes these stones disintegrate into dusty weather bands of peace and prosperity blown by the hopeful winds. Sometimes stones are just ideas of stars and what can never come to light. No light is the absence of light. The absence of song. The weather is the echo of empty star chambers. Star wombs exploding in the atmosphere. Their voices silenced by the dark. The song of stars are hidden in choirs of birds flapping beneath the luminous sky. Lost on their journey to God.

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