the wisp of lightness that the soul is, it is nevertheless as sensitive to all truth and all simplicity, all sincerity and all love and goodness, as a harp is to even a faint breath of air.
and. body mind and life are caught by this soul’s non-orchestrated but cardinal and precise responses to entangled rubrics and paradigms of vibrations that surround it.
strange beauty in unknown dimensions…
Brontides 