As artists…
We knew symbols like the back our hands or the palm perhaps. But Love was another matter. That we had to trace farther into, until we knew her as ourselves, bathed as we were in her liquor. That elixir or being which knows itself into seeing. That fine shined sight, where Light is second nature!
Symbol was simple. God is one and talks in verse, puns and creative discourse, He talks in us, in short. We got that much. It was just part of how He expresses. But what He was saying took a lifetime to incarnate, as if we, too, were words, barely becoming His. Us, barely, but starting to be, spoken!