The truer its art, the more things it will mean.
- This afternoon I stood in the yard in the rain.
There was earth and stone, cool wind and breath,
water in drops and blasts and broken sheets.
And small -- so small - sparks of fire, burning
like navigational stars in a lost universe.
And there are still flower petals on the car,
after the deluge, as the storms move on.
The divine should not be somewhere out there.
The divine should be in here.
Come back to me.
Or let me go.
Or find me here, and take me there.
here on the edge of the world?"
"This the edge of the world? No, that is
farther on. We may yet come to it."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, _The Farthest Shore_
Originally posted on Dreamwidth as http://netpositive.dreamwidth.org/74201.h