Out of the earth we arise to re-present the infinite … infinitely. Flesh of the earth breathing with a beating heart that communes with the inexhaustibly incomprehensible … intimately. Listen to the pulsating rhythm of the unknown as it is drummed by the hands of omnipresence. There is no essence. There is no source. Naturally, this pathless Way utilizes no force.
Magic is … allow it.
It is the uncontrollable substance … let go.
The space in-between is not … for there is only space … space for eternal, boundless, creativity.
This incessant magical display allows the immaterial to materialize so that in our meditative reflection we realize that … nothing matters.