Visions of Nonexistent Places

Nowhere yet

There’s a dream of a larger room with black walls and a skylight at the perfect angle to shed twilight on the labors of body, mind, and spirit. An attempt at a room suspended in animation behind time and space.

In the old tradition of all spaces making an attempt of a church-like aura, despite not being central houses of worship.

But spaces that remind one of their actions being eternal in a space of mind that in striving for prayer in all things, knowing the eternal nature of God in all moments.

And in one’s labors, he would know where he stands before God, and he would not be severed by Satanic distractions.

At first glance this room is a gymnasium, but to see with your eyes is to not see at all.

It is aesthetically equally brutal and elegant, a tearing of the granite ceiling of the next epoch to rise above yet still timeless.

It is clear that this place is not one room underground, but a large one among many. There is a notion within these visions, that one of these rooms is a chapel of some kind, but there is no vision of this place.

There is only one other flash I’ve seen of this place and that is from a far off vantage point, witnessing its solitary existence atop a hill, close to charcoal in color, gothic, yet somehow of a time not yet experienced, symmetrical, entrancing, daunting, and humbly eternal.

This place is emerging in the folds of my dreams and corners of my subconscious with a slowly increasing intensity.

And there is no photo to be found that comes remotely close to capturing this place in its entirety.

Only one with an essence and another with a corner.

I am bewildered, bewitched, and longing for this place that does not exist, and my heart yearns to find it or will it into existence.