The three experiencess traditionally, historically, classically, universally recognized as being "transparent to transcendence" are art, music and nature. Transparency to transcendence simply means that these experiences are easily flipped, like an optical illusion might be flipped, and serve as a doorway, a threshold, a portkey, flipping us from this world of normal, apparent, physical reality to the world of invisible, though always present, always "right here," "right nowi," spiritual reality, and exposing us to the wow, of amazement, wonder, radiance, bliss of "the farther shore" being here/now, and then, of course, it's gone again "like that," when we begin thinking about our experience rather than simply experiencing our experience with a smile and letting it be. The vehicle of transportation can be anything, but it is not everything. The odor of cookies baking in the oven can do it. The happy gurgling of a baby can do it. It is everywhere at all times. It is all "transparent to transcendence" for eyes that see, ears that hear, hearts that understand. But. We no sooner experience it than we, (Get this now, the utter stupidity/ignorance of it), begin to wonder how to profit from it, how to package it, how to sell it, how to make it make money for us. Money pays the bills but it is no foundation for life, running over, pouring out. And we sell our souls for thirty pieces of silver again and again. Just "be still and know" transcendent reality on the other side of everything for eyes that see, ears that hear, hearts that understand. And find all that you need in that to step into each day and do there what needs to be done there as companions of the Holy within us all and spread throughout the world, reminding us of who we are and where we belong, being "transparent to transcendence" ourselves.
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The magnificence of your photograph! Contrast with world glut in autobiography/memoir!
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That vista is what enchanted me enough to move to Asheville three months later, at age 68 (2015), after I first visited from California. A couple of other good friends have said these mountains brought them to this area, too. It is breathtaking to see this in person.