A map is the ark is the land.
It is a map from the book, our book, the one that writes our path.
Paths are hidden, they are hidden in the image of the land,
they intersect to form us.
The wisdom of the map forms our land in the image of the world,
it is made with eternal proportions.
It draws human action and desire in lines and planes,
their intersections are our beliefs, our relationships,
they are the landscape of our existence.
Paths are longings.
They are dreams and memories that bring people together
to build a room, to form our community.