Spiral rainbow

The Angelus

nothing is black or white. especially not sounds. At noon the serene bell still rings softly despite all, but even nowadays in 2014, in a post-celtic-tiger society, the rushing still gets a little bit slower. The bottom does not drop out of the bucket anymore as in the last centuries. Even during that short and almost nervous slow down, it seems we still have to pay homage to the rat race, except for a very few who never believed in the whole thing and refuse to go along with anything. These few men and women still smile, oblivious to the world for one minute or longer, a moment of relief, maybe even without religion, dropping into unscheduled timelessness, connecting with ….. the source.