Tutta questa luce, tutto questo sereno, la limpidezza dell’aria fanno trionfare il verde delle querce e dei cipressi, di contro al terso azzurro del cielo. C’è un’evidenza immanente, una gloria (δόξα direbbero i testi delle liturgie pasquali), una forza invincibile e pacifica che governa tutto.
In this shot, I realize that in all the beauty of your shot, the naked man is not disturbing in any way. On the contrary, it is a complementary element of creation!
Once again, your words remind me of distant voices. That ‘invincible and peaceful force’ could be that of Someone. The Byzantine liturgy has a short song sung during Holy Week: Κύριε τῶν Δυνάμεων/Lord of the Powers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7LpbDDCJO8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9y96ao-umaU
which still makes my skin crawl.
The words of the Creed, which I used to hear sung in the Gregorian chant: «genitum, non factum, consubstantialem Patri» “begotten, not made, consubstantial with the Father” still come back to me, words recently abandoned. Therefore, we are children of this mother, we are of the same substance (vital, biological, and perhaps something else as well). Again the Greek language comes to our aid with a word that has made history: ὁμοούσιος “homoousios = of the same substance”.