In search of silence. Among the great glaciers of Pakistan, Tibet and Greenland. Opalescent, vibrant, white, mottled ice. Ice in the soul, searing.
Thundering, unfathomable, eternal, velvety, vital silence.The body ceases to be confined in an immobile identity and becomes stone, water; it becomes animal or light, it becomes space, and it extends to the limits of the spectacle of nature. Consciousness is diluted in the great whole, the process of identification with the world is accelerated. That is the experience of pantheism, as the first men have experienced it.
The origin of religion is probably found in the existential feeling experienced in and before boundless nature. In ancient times a spirit was assigned to every thing and to every living being. It wasn’t the land that belonged to Man, it was the man who belonged to Land.As
an alternative to temples, churches, monasteries, where to profess a creed, more than buildings built by humans, Nature herself was considered sacred, the highest expression of divine.