We can see that a consciousness
bound to the present moment is denied
the unity of a whole which stems
from an unseen beyond, and also flowers there.
It’s momentary acts of will, if acts they really are,
are necessarily inhibited by that lack of vision
which can view only fragments.
Any quest for the beyond, therefore,
will be a movement towards unity
and a greater integrity of purpose.
This notion was a favourite theme of Mediaeval
muralists who, seemingly, embraced the religious yoke of the time
and delighted in giving us lives of the Christ, and the Baptist,
and others, all of which they depicted on three-square-feet of mortar.
To stand before these painted depictions
is to feel something of the beyond,
What would the baptism be without a decapitation?
Or a crucifixion without the resurrection and ascension?