There is no outside
The universe is tragically, and perhaps graciously more subtle, more orgasmic, more giving than our protocoled requirements of unwavering belief, unquestioning faith, and doctrinal compliance supposedly grant us access to. We need not confine ourselves to rubbery islands of exhausted light – our boundaries constantly guarded for creeping shadows and virulent strands of meaning. The shadows are already in – giving us form. We on the ‘inside’ are unwitting collaborators with the ‘outside’.