at_the_altar_of_the_universe ovenbird The night did not send me panic. Instead it sent me dreams. And where so many of my dreams come dressed in horrors this one came like a faun, half hidden in brambles and touched by sunlight: I find myself among ruins. It is spring and the air is cool and dewy. There are long winding pathways that weave between ancient stone buildings. The walls tower over me, covered in vines, and there are wooden doors set into the masonry every few feet. The doors look like they've been there for hundreds of years and are in a state of decay. A construction crew is busy removing them all from their hinges and replacing them with something new. The roof of this place is gone. It's all trees and the leaf canopy is the roof now. The workers rush by wearing white coveralls. All the new doors are white too. I walk down long hallways and there are doors for miles. The floor crumbled to dust a long time ago. It's just grass and moss and wildflowers. I come to a doorway that has no door at all and I pass through into a huge room that looks like part of an ancient cathedral. There are birds among the vines. Ferns and other plant life are pushing up through the stonework. The place is hushed with holiness. I know that this is a shrine to something and that I have been called here by forces I can’t understand. I can see the remains of stone pillars carved with leaves and flowers. There is an ancient dais and the remains of an altar. The sunlight is gentle, there is a slight kiss of a breeze, and the silence is almost complete. I suddenly realize I'm not alone and I turn to find that you have found this room too. You're looking up at what you can see of the sky through huge holes in the once vaulted ceiling. I come to stand beside you and take your hand in mine and everything is still. I close my eyes. I can hear both our hearts beating at the same time. 250505 what's it to you? who go blather from