22 October 2008

of incense and worship

I love the metaphor of incense as worship.

I love the symbolism of smoke wafting ever-upward, on its return journey to the Source.

I like to think of acts of worship being memorialized by a planted stick of burning incense. And I like to imagine that one day we could get enough burning at once to pervade the senses of entire cities. The smell would be unmistakable. The haze would be unavoidable.

The metaphor only gets embedded deeper...

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