Strange old ramble in the night

I believe in a spiritual world. A world in which every transition or metamorphosis is the act of something greater than ourselves. The flow of water, the growth of a flower and the death of a moth are natural transitions of which we all know. How can we explain or begin to make sense of these things without looking to a god, a spirit, a magical force? Science and rational thought explain things in complex codes, but there’s so much mystery to it all. Birth, death and the passing of time are all we can be sure of in life and yet we hardly come to grips with it, rarely do we understand its nature.
It seems there is more to life, death and time than we know of. Who’s to say all the faerie tales and ancient myths we were told as kids aren’t true? There is a magic in life that we could know if only we open our eyes wide enough to see. The sublime of nature is in every aspect of nature. I found these fragmented memories from a lost age in which the world was spiritual and magical. These books hold decrees of a sort that may help in guiding you to an understanding of the world; a different perspective of understanding.

-the "books" were part of my senior project (which can be viewed via the link to my photographs).

This is pretty much my stance on things. I love faerie tales and myths. Life is pretty boring, but with some imagination it becomes a vibrant world filled with a magick we always thought existed.

I just thought I'd post this for shits and giggles.
Here's today's random pic.