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Because on this desert island, is not a resource. It is a communion. And I have finally stopped talking long enough to receive it.

Theologians speak of Mysterium Tremendum —the terrifying, fascinating mystery of the divine. I have found it inside a sea turtle’s eye. I have found it in the geometry of a spiral shell. I have found it in the moment when a school of silverfish leaps from the water simultaneously, a liquid explosion of syncopated life. Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -1...

Next entry: "Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -2... - The Tasting of Rain and the Geography of Bones." If you enjoyed this meditation, remember: You do not need a shipwreck to find a desert island. You only need to sit still in your own backyard and let the wild reclaim you. Close your laptop. Go outside. Begin your own Enature today. Because on this desert island, is not a resource

Do not send a search party. I am not lost. I am found . I have found it in the moment when

This is the asceticism that no cathedral could enforce. The silence here is not empty; it is a pressure . It presses against my eardrums until I can hear the clicking of a hermit crab’s legs, the subsonic groan of coral growing, the whisper of sand shifting under the moon’s gravity.

I am on (I suspect there are many islands within this one—the island of thirst, the island of loneliness, the island of bliss). I have named this first phase "The Unfastening." Every day, another rivet of my civilized personality pops loose. Part V: A Letter to the World I Left To whoever finds this bottle:

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