The world as we see it is really a facade, a mask of its inner essence of holiness which enlivens it every second.
To reveal the essence, we must tune into the holiness in every aspect of the world, and raise it up to holiness.
Once the salt covered these shores, Still and silent. But things of old come and go, But the stories and the holiness stays. Droplets of water, mounds of sediments, and the carved out earth.
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