"Nature cherishes hiding."
Without beginning in time and in space, the inexhaustible and resourceful mother of all desires her creations and above all her essence to remain unapproachable and unruffled, immaculate from any kind of touch.
The rocks protect their being, their strenuous peacefulness, their bonds with the irresistible necessity ruling everything. The things protect their being, its strenuous peacefulness, their bonds with the irresistible necessity ruling everything. They withdraw into the folds of width (space), of height (time), and of depth (quality) shaping them.
Whatever comes out of the vast bosoms of the night, the panorama of shapes is the immortal footprints of nature, creations of her driving impetus, creatures of its fiery breath.
Whatever emerges from the great darkness, chthonic and celestial, results from the light that night emits from the deeper caverns of the sacred matter.
Light of Phanes-Eros manifesting the principles of nature through forms.
Light emanating from the darkness where everything is rooted like the volcanic bodies of matter at the crown of the mountain emerge to the surface traversing the subterranean grounds.
Light emanating from the darkness where everything is rooted. These volcanic stones at the peak of a mountain emerge to the surface traversing the subterranean grounds.
A breathtaking web of shapes appears like a wild beast's utterance within the cyclone of infinity.
Something infinitesimal yet inconceivable in magnitude and multitude, the shapes, the phenomena that neither reveal nor conceal but denote the unblemished and unutterable truth and from the trace the whole.