robes.

last night i found myself wondering what my brothers and sisters see in their minds when they just think of Jesus. and then i wondered, what do i literally picture when i think of HIM. i realized i picture HIS robes. i felt sort of bad, like isn't there something better that i could picture to better paint a more powerful embodiment... i dug deeper to investigate what HIS robes do in my mind and why they are obviously so important in my mind's eye.

it's because HIS robes move as HE dances. and when HE stops they swirl around HIS feet. and they must give movement to HIS actions in my mind. they are a tangible aesthetic in my attempt at grasping my moving, living God.