Meditation: The Weight of Glory

We are the condensations of spirit, sanctified sweat dripping from brows of sacred mountains. We are avatars of Solitude, hymns to Beauty, paeans to Misunderstanding. We are weary of ourselves, our failures. We play Atlas to the burdens of our insatiable longings and the weight of the consuming glory we have beheld but cannot express. Kyrie eleison; exaudi nos; miserere nobis.