Where With All

I'm almost certain it's hared for Others to Imagine that in the midst of the Plague Pandemic a person could find ANY Existential Relief.  How can it be that the 'true' Nature of Being can be expressed by moving one and 2 ton boulders ?  The Universe can be a Strange Land and here I am, a RESIDENT of this Strange Land.  Here it is where Stone speaks, Rock talks and Story Telling Planets are heard as clicks and clacks >>  Where eighth inch Increments are GUARANTEES of Forward Advance >>Where pulleys and ropes can Scribe Anointments by Trial, Baptism by Failure, Movement by Miracle.  This 'Where', the AIR of this 'Where', is what I breathe.