A CONIFER IS THE SEA

 

 

 

 

Always aching to crack through the crust - I’ve been cleaning for some years but had yet to meet this corner - silent, covered in cobwebs, patiently waiting for its switch to flip. A gentle whisper, quick like a snap, covers me in the thickest quilt. There you go, you're moving.

 

John Muir wrote “When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.” Alone, never lonely, macro and micro and me - holy fragments incapable of a second silhouette - The whole is greater than the sum of the parts, but you do you have to tell the mind things it already knows? - 2012