Sky

Sky is the account of a by-gone age in which an array of long-forgotten zealots and seekers after truth propound contending visions of the firmament. For many amongst them who feel dwarfed beneath the Sky's overarching magnificence mysteriously withholding itself like a speechless stranger in their midst, it appears as an unnerving intruder auguring disaster unless it be tamed by an ingenious, if unconscious, dialectics. For others it hints of limitless splendor, no less mysterious and overwhelming, yet which they welcome as the benign otherness ushered in upon them by the sky-bearing lovers in their presence. And so begin the exchanges between those of profound learning in search of what terrestrial metal, jewel, or gemstone best distils and captures the essence of Sky as a manipulable entity and those of rawer sensibility who seek its true meaning with an instinctive ardor making up for their want in erudition. Much of the material here will be foreign to contemporary sensibility and likely to exude a quaintness that may well elicit an indulgent smirk in those of us belonging to an age – an enlightened age – that has long since consigned abstruse meditations and reveries such as these to oblivion. That may be, but whilst we might laud ourselves on having transcended much of the archaic mindset witnessed in these pages it nonetheless remains a truism that only by reacquainting ourselves with the past can we hope to understand the present, and, indeed, orient ourselves toward the future.