Out in the middle of nowhere, among the sombre mountains, waterfalls and ominous skies, by the side of a cove, lies the small village of Saxsum. It consists of a scattering of turfed cottages and a church in a glorious setting.
Mellow and beautiful.
Towns against the bare hills. A strange light. Looked beautiful.
A number of people have asked me why, as an antitheist, am I so obsessed with temples, cathedrals and mosques.
That’s simple. I love art, beauty and ancient monuments. The state and religion have had all the money and power. They have set out to prove their dominance, to impress and put us in awe of them.
The palaces, temples, cathedrals, castles, mosques, mansions and abbeys are the places where artists, architects and designers have excelled. The powerful always employ the best.
I can marvel at the beauty and majesty of human creation. It’s spiritual not religious.
As far as I’m concerned religion is about power and causes division and hatred. One of our worst inventions. Yet it has spawned some magnificance.
The waterfront in Hong Kong is magical – particularly as the sun begins to set.
Everything about the nunnery is arranged in ‘perfect form’. The shape/colour is exquisite.
I could just imagine this wonderful complex on an island in the centre of a lake majestically rising out of the landscape. Over a thousand years old. It is a wonder.
A lot of wealth, art and effort is poured into Mosques, Temples and Cathedrals in order to prove their doctrines are real. I’ve walked around the ruins of many.
They are so beautiful even when their doctrines are long dead.
It was one of those magic experiences that you don’t forget. So intense.
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