Temperance! Dispatch from the Wild Interior: November 23, 2020

Temperance: Let those who can see only one world live in their singularity. For you, the flowers have voices, the stars a song. For you, this world is not a room with a locked door but a cup spilling water into another cup but never running dry. A porous cube in which every cell could be a portal. This does not mean you intend or want to leave, just that you’re aware that this this is not all the this there is. This minute fleeting and infinite, you eternal and mortal, crowned and grounded, seeking and satisfied, holding nothing that could hold you here and choosing anyway to stay.