Modern life make us fit into her matrix. Golden wall or not we bend and curve in the palm of her hand and some of us forget who we were or are.
In rare occasion we awake and reclaim ourselves, spread our wings again, fit in nature more than culture.
How come the world “Nature” can carry so many meanings within its glow: frame, caliber, baring, but direct itself to temper, personality, essence even spirit.
My Gods don’t exist but each of my prayers are answered.