‘At the crossroads in the centre of the village is a cross. There’s another one in the next village and the one after that. The crosses are joined by roads and by people walking or driving, this to the next and next and next, connecting us across the whole of the earth, though you may have to take a boat or plane to the next one. And that’s what the horizontal bar of the cross means, this connection of all people across the globe .
‘And the vertical direction of the cross? Up here…’ he holds his hand open palmed towards the sky and brings it down, drawing the fingers together as he speaks, ‘are those not yet born, the ones coming into being. And down there are our ancestors, the ones who came before, who we have laid in the earth.
‘And the centre is one’s own single heart connected across time and space with every other single heart.’
Berger probably said it nothing like that; it was a long time ago. It is his concept but I no longer remember where he ended and I elaborated.
Well… it doesn’t matter how we are all connected. The fact is, we are. Not just people either, the whole shebang, even inanimate objects, earth, air, stars. Nothing in this universe is not interconnected. Simple.
crossroad at dusk
no need to ask
of a wishing child
on the warm earth
under stars —
that I am that