The days grow longer in a scent-drenched warmth that settles heavily under your nose. The uninhibited claim of blossoms upon the season, and their own unique interpretation of it, drives you again and again to surrender to moments full of aromatic madness.

The irony of time (our time) and of eternity (God's time), which duplicate themselves around us in endless repetition like a fingerprint, reflect a bright shimmer of themselves in the coming and going of seasons. A protocol that goes on functioning effectively without any contribution from our side. A dynamic where the landscape is replaced and where the economy of it undergoes its own paradigm shift. An act of obedience that relies on blind faith for higher temperatures.

As a teacher, nature hides her lessons away in soft layers that look and smell like poetry, to make them more easily digestible for us. Under higher command, we have made her serviceable to us, but her lack of articulation makes it both easy and possible for us to misuse her, even to destroy her. If, by chance, we happen to stand mutely alongside her in the face of the unpredictability or the capriciousness of her behaviour, we call for the help of God or of the gods. Temples and altars everywhere on her ground stand as places and symbols of negotiations for better results. And so humankind began to see God as the middleman between himself and bad things, and God began to earn the reputation of someone who is good when things go well but deaf when they go badly.

The mercilessness of an individual, which affects the balance of the collective individual, is a sum total that will always send its effect to the surface of our existence. If the little sum drives us to our knees, we will go so far as to lay down our weapons. But the desire in our hearts to kill we carefully hide. It can be recognised when words fall on the ear more like glass splinters than like silk. Our comfort-zone with religion and our sophisticated handling of it creates a breeding ground for a safe prototype of the converted.

If you only have a cold, you do not have to do much to get well. Small changes are needed. If you suffer from a terminal disease, you had better do everything in your power to get out of danger to secure your health. And so we cannot afford a light turning-around. We must get our hearts light and clean. We must forgive a great deal, forgive everyone, forgive one another, and forgive deep, deep, deep … it is time for a new spiritual season.

Groete Amanda Kreitzer