In the beginning there was nothingness. Suddenly, a bold stroke by the Master Painter forged something out of nothing. Something that would exist to this very day. Us. And just as we struggle with a lot of the same issues that plagued mankind thousands of years ago we also struggle for the same answers. Why this moment? Why are we here? What is our purpose? What comes after this life? Is this it?Why are we given this blank canvas each new day upon which we get to write our own unique story? What are we supposed to do that will have a real impact? What art are we expected to create while on this planet? Who are we supposed to help with their story? And why do we approach the mystery that is this life with such mundane expectations?
"Nothing is so deadening to the divine, as an habitual dealing with the outsides of holy things." George MacDonald
