My Land

Just another reminder about our world, laying in dust and staying on dust. Dust to dust. Weep, and with tears lament when with understanding I think on death, and see how in the graves there sleeps the beauty which once for us was fashioned in the image of God, but now is shapeless, ignoble, and bare of all the graces (John of Damascus). A video on a flat screen lying on the floor or on a pedestal: it demonstrates endless sinking in the ground, consisting of late ancestors. Each particle, when zoomed in, reveals it’s built of the ancestors’ ancestors, and so on.