A shining
moment of birth can become an arena for politics and death in the wrong hands.
Like salvation hung upon the tree, crucified between two thieves. Living water
flowing from the rock during the resurrection of spring. But instead these are
solstice hours, full of hidden depths. A season of both comfort and education.
Hope, breaking through into our realm during the darkest time of the year. A new
light witnessed by both the humble and the elect. Men often speak of a star
existing in that dreamlike space between earth and heaven. Annunciation of the
heart's deepest wisdom. We give our hearts to those who genuinely love us, if
we're wise, returning the grace and favour in equal measure. From peasant to
prince. This coming moment of birth lives mostly in our imaginations now. But,
as the shepherds and the magi both recognised, history is only the shadow of
things dreamt. And Man has always dreamt of salvation. So, if the star is even
more real than our sciences can grasp, then tell me -- what else might be true?
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