What were they thinking, our prehistoric ancestors who ventured deep into subterranean chambers to write upon the walls? Of course, they are prehistoric only in a qualified sense—they have left something of themselves behind for us to see, if not exactly to read. What are they saying to us, we who long for the open air, the expansive sky, the almost limitless horizons seen from higher ground? Escape or retreat? The question could be asked of us both, our ancestors and us. We are inevitably writing on the walls of time and place. What marks are we leaving, and in what spirit, with what intent? We work in sound and silence, in attitudes of prayer and distraction, with malice and with love, as we come to terms with the given world. Let us pray that what we leave behind us in the dark has the marks of love, radiant and lasting colors of what is upright and bright.
Todd Breyfogle, Denver, Colorado