Darkness has swept the world, crushed with its teeth the fragile stalks of the soul’s delicate life. It has no eyes to see what is being lost or what is coming. The sense of life is in the primitive touch alone. The darkness becomes intoxicated in confirmation. But rapidly loneliness is coming and the lethal teeth are melting in the fire of disembodied life, which rages beyond touch and begets boundless forms which the soul alone sees – with grace, with beauty, with affection in the eyes of the being with a destiny always great. There where the touch of darkness dies and its sacrilegious hand falls the world is resurrected and its intention with it. (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |