Fields of ... by Scattered Castles

Let’s take music... It’s really least of all connected; to say the truth, if it is connected at all, then in an idealess way, mechanically, with an empty sound... Without ... without associations... Nonetheless the music miraculously penetrates into the very soul! What is resonating in us in answer to the harmonized noise? And turns it for us into the source of great delight…And unites us, and shakes us? What is its purpose? And, above all, for whom? You will say: for nothing, and ... and for nobody, just so. “Unselfish”. Though it’s not so ... perhaps... For everything, in the end, has its own meaning... Both the meaning and the cause...

from Stalker (Andrei Tarkovsky)

Also releasing on the Militant Liturgy label (Poland)
https://militantliturgy.bandcamp.com/

Whoever wants to become a Christian must first become a poet.
The soul of the Christian needs to be refined and sensitive, to have sensibility and wings, to be constantly in flight and to live in dreams, to fly through infinity, among the stars, amidst the greatness of God, amid silence.
- St. Porphyrios