The greatest treasures of this life are found in the rough, in the uncomfortable, in the unknown. Sometimes the only thing that’s needed in these spaces is stillness and silence. The rough can be so dramatically loud and in the same moment dramatically silent, never answering or acknowledging the questions you won’t quit asking it. Silence opens to a space where the sun shines with the moon, blending some sort of day and night behavior, captured by a universe that is now foreign to them.

I often look at the moon, the stars, the sun and think they just don’t fit in this world. They are so extravagant and gloriously held, it doesn’t seem like they should be allowed to show themselves to such a disturbed planet. But I think that’s why they do. There’s something significant in majesty. Always detailed, always different, forever awed. I think the most majestic ideas are ones that are entirely unaware of their majesty. At the moment they stumble to the truth that the way they are created is in majesty, their eyes shine. And that’s a feeling that is always the same.