“I’ve chosen this nice green and orange springtime veil this morning. Casual, yet alluring, with a hint of playfulness. Let’s see what others are wearing.” Each of us in our own little box, selecting our own best guess for appropriateness for March 11, 2023.
We walk outside and create another eclectic personal array of veiled relationships. One mask saying ‘Hi’ to another mask, pseudo-connected with our well-formed list of words suitable for a Saturday morning.
Lies within lies, hidden behind masks within veils . . . all desiring to find ‘truth’.
This drapery of protection behind which we all live . . .
What would happen if that ‘curtain’ was suddenly raised?
The Infinite 