HeartLines

I envision the blank pale black sky lit up with the dancing of thousands of...No that's
not right. In the dark abyss of unknowing that is our heavens there are twinkles of millions…

No, something is off about this. Why can't I think straight? Is it because my face is
unbalanced and is messing with my train of thought? Not possible! Maybe I should take the
other side to even the symmetry. However I can't leave the light of sound behind me for then my closest beings would depart. I have faith in those around me however. I know this to be true as my rabbit companion would never leave me. Always dressed to the nines he was, in his spiffy tailored three piece suit, with his embroidered leather hat, and that tie, oh that tie was quite stupendous. The way that silk, lifeless deep black came to exist all thanks to the satellites of sparkles...Oh!

I finally see how this lifeless night, no, perhaps it is much more of an ocean than an
endless dark that exists above us, all can only be illuminated by the burning clusters of flame
and that glowing crescent that calls out to me like a mother to her curious child. The crashing
cosmos that peered down on all creation began to take the shape of rolling tides stretching
galaxies in width. This vast body of water seems to claim most, yet those tiny freckles of
emotion all lead to the eternal beacon that provides guidance in the night. There was a certain
redamancy of that lantern that breathed life into all that existed on this plane. Well I guess not
flora but that's besides the point. Wait...I need flora.

“That's an excellent idea my extraordinary friend”

“Blessed you in that wonderful suit”

Sprouting from the ground and growing into the heavens to touch hands with God, just
as we progress through this meager existence to eventually dine in the kingdom of the lord,
such as “The Creation of Adam”. Now is this a focal point or one that should be inferred through deep conscious thought? Inferred through thought...No, the focal point that stands its ground against that infinite abyss that lies ahead. This Yggdrasil stretches from the shallows of mud to the Valhalla that calls to us all. Connecting the almighty with his inadequate creations. This vegetation yearns to be the life giving spire and bridge the space between natural and human creation. Unsure what shape to take, be it closer to the instinctive development of life, or the architectural meticulously crafted steeples of old. How could I forget the steeples that bless this existence with gracious open arms, and welcome all sinners alike such as myself, and my well dressed associate?

“Not just a steeple but a whole borough teeming with a thriving community”

“What would I do without you? I would never be able to finish such a creation and
straighten my thoughts to this work, be it not for your ingenious mind and impeccable sense of style.”

Yes, yes this high-spirited echelon of the one above all's creation must be filled to the
brim with animation. A cottage here, a lodge there...no. This must be a well conceived
conception that correlates with the dancing ocean of light and the tower that reaches for
creation. In tandem with the spire of nature that pierces the heavens, stands a lonely steeple in the shadow of nature that would hope to comment that even though this is of man's creation, that man is the creation of all things holy from nature, just as god willed us to be his greatest fabrication. We must invoke his attention with the monuments we build in his name, therefore this place of worship must get equal attention to his seedling of connection. This centerpoint of the community must extend above all else to show our commitment to the savior. Hence if it looks over the town it can protect the many creatures that coexist in the sanctuary such as rabbits and homosapians. But what settlement consists of only one structure, why would there be a steeple with nothing to preside over? It is my duty to breathe life into these many cottages and cabins, each with their own story to hold, and it is up to the viewer to birth these narrative tales of this bussing night-time burghs. Maybe there's a version of this exact creation that I danced to life within the homes of this design. Or maybe not.

“I do believe something is missing however.”

“My ear?”

“Besides that. Possibly something to catch the eye.”

“Of Course! The astounding tie must really get your mind flowing I do say.”

How could I have forgotten color? This entire time I created without a thought of the
emotion that brilliant hues could invite to one's soul. I must have the most eye opening mystic
blues to whirl the night sky into this unforgiving sea. It's essential to have a neon blonde tinge to accentuate the magnificent stars and the eternal glow of that beautiful crescent moon. Not to forget the deep earth toned browns and verdant green to express the beauty of natural life. And finally finish it off with an array of expressive colors that bring life to this seamlessly lifeless town. Scratch that last part, the town must have monotone colors not to take away from the brilliance that is God's creation, on permitting the steeple to have some semblance of color to show graciousness to our creator. Man must try to not outshine the lord. The community is brought to life by its collective stories and hardships that overflow our shared cultures.

“Excellent, excellent! What a masterpiece that you have bestowed upon us.”

“You're too kind my dear companion. I only create what's in my mind.”