In the end, like Job, all we can do is live as best we can, humble ourselves before
the unfathomable mystery of life, forgive our enemies, and love whatever families and friends we are given.
Not exact matches
It's just
unfathomable how such a large part
of the world's population can
live in a logical world and yet be so aligned with the «teachings»
of a complete
mystery being somewhere in the sky or «within in» or whatever the current flavor / incarnation is.
As in much
of Rødland's work, seemingly superficial or obvious prompts open up chasms
of unfathomable feeling and
mystery, and the inert stuff
of contemporary
life becomes illuminated, and eventually mythic, through the alchemy
of image - making.