The relentless source of the sun sustains the flotation of our existence with a volume of visible dimensions that fail to make sense outside of themselves.
A physical world is completely at odds with our mental absorptions of its solid status.
We are used to dealing with the metaphysical imagery of suggestive fluxes and turns of consciousness.
An empty sky signifies a vault of terror for us, yet it transports us through eons of luminous beauty.
The external world is a disguise that mitigates the impossibility of our mental constructs to reconcile themselves to the dominion of bewildering magnificence.
We, in turn, look to facilitate our alienation with calm denials of aesthetic interpretations of existing phenomena, which have no aesthetic qualities without the values we attach to them, based on the false credentials we assign to their dormant personalities.
We have to look into the blankness of reality in order to consider the validity of our assumptions, our ideals, our speculations and the uniqueness of our blundering sensibilities.
Our failure to entertain the negative consequences of Nature as potential positive ratifications of its validity as a thing in itself, without the tainted regard of human absolutes, is our undoing.
This turns us into miserable creatures, while dolphins swim in pods of leaping delights.
We have to recognise that a stone is just a stone before we can recognise the significance of its beauty.
We have to imagine ourselves as something else in order to see God.