Someone must be the maker and master of all this.
It couldn’t just happen.
All order must be created.
It is only that which is out of measure
which is accidental.
yet even disorder is subject to the Master,
who has yet to impose order upon it.
If only it were possible to grow wings
and soar into the air-
poised between heaven and Earth,
you would see the solid ground,
the flowing rivers,the wandering air,
the penetrating fire, the circling starts,
and the encompassing heavens.
What joy to see all this,
borne along by the one impulse-
to perceive the unmoved mover
moving in all that moves.
He who is hidden,
manifest through all his works.
Hermes Trismegistus
Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014