The heart becomes a diamond

On the granite stairs stood three groups of people. At the top most stair a group of Chinese, on the bottom facing, Indian. To the west, Caucasian, facing that group were the observers. I stood with the Caucasians. It was a timeless space, yet vaguely Grecian. All around us was blue sky, it seemed we were upon a mountain top. The Chinese were saying that a human should be judged by certain set criteria, dogma and rules should be the way to keep peace. One Indian spoke and said that he did not think that every man should be judged the same, that each human was different with different circumstances. My husband, standing next to me said "Amen brother. Each should be considered individually." The observers observed. Then they said. The spirit and body are the forces through which the heart becomes a diamond. and I woke.

image by Damien Hirst