They are born together and
they die together. One flows into the other.
They envelop all that exists but they do not
touch one the other. One is symbol of the other.
Both enchant, but both are susceptible to pondering,
while they themselves are mystery and pondering,
extent and lack thereof, feeling and emotion,
sensual perception and its coloration, intellect
and morality, chaos and harmony.
Art brings together all these
spaces in a miraculous way, it tends to make
their connection eternal. Acting in this elan,
it transcends its limits, and brings us closer
to Mystery. The form always shows the way to
the transcendental. It shows and no more…And
it confirms its existence for–us-and-in-us.
When the revelations of the soul and of the
body-cosmos are exhausted, their spaces die
for the art.
And they resurrect in the Space
Yevdokimov. July 9, 1992
While going from Pereslavl-Zalessky and Suzdal,