Pointing

A religion is not the church [one] goes to, but the cosmos [one] lives in. – G. K. Chesterton

Living on the outside edge of the inside: There is no inside.

Living on the inside edge of the outside: There is no outside.

No inside, no outside: no edge.

The birds have vanished in the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. – Li Po.

Presence is interpersonal and interspecies and intergalactic, in some ways eternal. Presence unites us across time and space and difference.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points. – Virginia Woolf