STRUCK

We are all Arrows shot down to Earth by the Almighty, like Lightning Bolts- reflecting the divine purpose. Like images on a movie screen we interpret the meaning - which is projected into all we know, and who we know. We exist as if we were ripples on an infinite Stream, sometimes calm and sometimes rough.

Our physical bodies are merely souless figures looking into the Void , to see what isn't really there. We look to others to make up our minds, all we receive is a shared history:of collective, unconscious distortion. The Stream flows through PRESENCE, where the Arrow strikes the Heart.