In the fire of man’s destruction.
Author: W.r. Souls
Always cherish the desert rain. New life always follows… That’s the most beautiful thing ever. Life… From nothing.
Shortly after the most beautifully colored sunset, combined with an amazing desert rain; I was finally on my way out of that very spiritual place. I looked and saw a rattlesnake in the mouth of a coyote. I knew instantly what it meant, that coyote was going hungry; and I was not.
We will head to the opposite side of the known world and step into Greek Mythology, as told from the vengeful brother of Jesus. It is time to bring plague and death upon the nation that killed my brother.
“Am I my brothers keeper?”
The White Raven descends on the son of man in the valley of the shadow of death.
It happens in an amount of time that cannot be measured.
One of the first things we notice is the reverse role symbolism in this painting, compared with classical Italian paintings depicting the same scene. Usually, and there are always artistic interpretations, eve is looking up, forward, crying out in shame, or otherwise just looking emotionless.
We boarded that eerie ship so long ago, in search of everything we’d never known; but somehow knew we could find.
Understanding is a goal to be obtained; not discounted. Everyone can obtain understanding; true freedom from control.
Where want becomes wish; Intermingling the same, Good and Evil, In this… Hell’s dish.