Angkor Wat, Cambodia

Angkor Wat, Cambodia


Stone pillars jut up suddenly to salute the image of a deity they’ll never know, the one who made them. He sits above the burnt offerings as they gaze on, sturdy in their self judgment. A technology so advanced it was lost, on a people who did not have time to explain or expand. As we bare witness to a frozen transcendence we are forced to thaw out our preconceived notions of permanence, and confide in our ancestors the knowledge that our knowledge has been lost. The found being gazes to the east as the eyes of the faceless look on, beckoning in a new awareness. Lotus pedals are invisible, but ever present at the charcoal stained base of the colossus. Histories etched into the fabric of time via the cubes they occupy. As the hallway to wisdom recedes the answers are left at your feet, awaiting your hands embrace.

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