The very hand that grasped the brushes and mixed the colors to paint this small portrait of the vast Cosmos is the very same hand that was created by the Cosmos. The very same eye that sees the Cosmos is the very same eye that the Cosmos fashioned. The very same mind that searches for contact with the Cosmos is the very same mind of the Cosmos looking for me. Deep within my aching veins courses the elements forged in the furnace of an exploding star of some long ago forgotten age. Elemental memories coalescing into a desire so strong and demanding that it literally is in my very bones. I seek to be reunited with my Beloved. It is there that I will find refuge and peace. I will have returned from the place from whence I started and I will know it for the very first time. To be is to be related. All things coexist. Nothing is alone. Everything has proceeded from the One Source, our Beloved, and will eventually return to be reunited. Death is the price we pay for life. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is wasted. The ancients knew that a time would come when a rebirth would arise. They built great monuments to await that day. They were not alone in their hopes and dreams. The universe is just too large to contain only three Earthly pyramids. So vast and numerous is life that it cannot be allocated to just one place. So, here is my painting, a small tribute, to the New Egyptians wherever their new Egypt may be found. visionary imagist "Joey"