From Alex Shalman, to Jean Browman, to Dave Schoof, to me, and now to you. Questions, thoughts, expressions and responses pass from one to another. Voices echo through the network and through our souls. Long distance conversations verberate through time and space.
Are you alone? Do you move upon the face of the earth disconnected from all that you see around you?
Is this a picture of man alone in the universe? Is it the icon of our isolation?
Or is this image of man connected to all that is, sitting bestride two worlds?
The decisive question for man is:
Is he related to something infinite or not?
That is the telling question of his life.
Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interests upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance.
In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted.
Do you stand between the earth and the sky, joining matter and spirit? Does your life have meaning? If so, is it given to you, or do you create it for yourself?
If not, what do you face each morning as you awaken? Are we caught in a splendid isolation, trapped by Newton's mechanistic net?
What does this image make you feel? Make you think?