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after further reflection, you are more talented

Thanks for your creativity and high respect for nature
I work with rocks in Calif. It is a pure Joy. Your photograph
are a peace of art also. Thanks for inspiring such Beauty. Keep up the good work of art. You really rock…

Someone has suggested that a person who did not experience the dream I described could be hard pressed to relate it to this site. They suggested that it might seem like a bizarre, out-of-place ramble.

In the dream drinking the liquid that slowed time represented the zen-like meditative state Michael describes when he is absorbed in his art. Solving the series of puzzles represents the act of balancing the stones.

The seemingly impossible mission of saving the treasure represents the seemingly impossible acts of balance captured in the photos and videos.

The treasure in the dream was not something material; it was beauty in the same way that Michael’s art is not a pile of rocks, but instead a work of art.

Michael,

You offer me hope that some day, perhaps, I might succeed in balancing my checkbook. Maybe it only seems impossible.

I found your link in the wee hours on the site of a good person I knew a little a long, long time ago. After exploring your site I fell back asleep. It was in this sleep I had the following dream. I trust you will recognize your work and vision in the symbols.

A dark malevolent force was bent on destroying an unknown object of great value hidden somewhere within a large industrial complex. If it could not possess it then it would destroy it. The force had rigged a large fuel-air-mixture bomb to destroy this complex and everything within it. The bomb had a timer counting down from one hour. This digital timer was unusual in that it had nine digits to the right of the decimal point. The right-most digits were of course indecipherable blurs. The final digit measured nanoseconds, the amount of time it takes light to move one meter.

The industrial complex held a sequence of puzzles and clues that led to the mysterious treasure. Myself and a group of friends worked feverishly to find and rescue the treasure before it was destroyed. We made progress but time had too quickly run out. With 18 seconds remaining we rushed for the exit.

On the exit staircase there were two glasses of a spooky bubbling and foaming liquid that glowed blue deep inside. Like science fiction acid. It had to hold a clue.

Myself and the good person (whose link I followed to your site) stopped and looked at each other. We each grabbed a glass, held our breaths and chugged the liquid.

But – nothing happened. Nothing. No revelation. No answer. Failure.

But the nothing was something. We noticed a nothingness. The frantic mad dash to safety was no more. The pounding of my heart was quiet. Everything was quiet. There was something, or rather some things; quiet, stillness, calm and peace that had not been there before.

We joined hands and walked back to the timer. Six seconds remained. But the timer was frozen. No, not frozen. The nanosecond digit clicked down. Each billionth of a second felt like one minute. We now had all the time in the world.

The air felt liquid as we walked together. When we accepted this, its hindrance instead became an embrace.

The clues were fiendishly clever: each clever in a new and surprising way. There were riddles, puns, mythologies, references, deep symbolism and always a demand for a different perspective. After a while the precision, creativity and originality itself became a meta-clue; a shared thread making each subsequent step a bit easier.

One by one the clues revealed their secrets to us, as though the clues themselves were living, breathing things that had developed their own trust in us and the nobility of our mission. It was as if the early clues had felt threatened by our urgency and grasped their meaning tightly. The early clues feared us. As we relaxed, the clues relaxed; grew to trust and accept us. As this happened they slowly lost their fear of us and without fear they lost their reason for keep their secrets from us.

As the clues spoke to us they revealed that the mysterious treasure was, in fact, a kindredness of spirit between myself and the good person whose hand I held. The “treasure” was a connection that revealed itself through the process of working as one.

I was so rested when I awoke from this dream; as though I had, in my sleep, discovered my own weightless balance point.

The final twist to the dream is that it visited the evening of my birthday. It will stand as one of the nicest birthday presents ever.

Потрясающие воображения работы. Удивительное чувство баланса и гармонии, даже просто от созерцания.

This is something crazy – and I mean it!!!
It is one of those rare cases when I want to try it as well… You really impressed me, man! I give my word that I’ll try it.