Silence, I had come to understand, had many textures.

The limitations of our own senses keep us from understanding the vastly different ways other life forms experience their worlds and accumulate knowledge. The spiderweb’s sparkling dew allows me to broaden my perception.

We’re not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves. Contemplation is not and cannot be a function of this external self.

The Doukhobors believed in personal revelation, where each person sought their own understanding of God.

In my hand … In my own hand … I held a set of keys to Armageddon.