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  • Chris Nielsen: Where is God in all of this?
    Albert: Oh, He's up there. Somewhere... shouting down
    that He loves us. Wondering why we can't hear Him.

    From the movie, WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

    And in my dream, my life had disintegrated into a thousand pieces,
    and I had to put it back together with no map, like a jigsaw puzzle.

    I did not know who I was, or where to start. I felt lost. I could not remember
    when everything fell apart, or where I had been, or where I was going now.

    For awhile, I just sat and thought about the task before me. How could I
    ever make sense of my life, find patterns and meaning?

    Then, I realized in my dream, that I could at least sort out the pieces, and put the blue
    pieces together, perhaps that was sky or ocean…

    And I could put together different groups of greens, they might be forests,
    or fields…

    And the browns, grays, reds and ochres, might be buildings, farmhouses perhaps,
    it was so hard to tell.

    I could not remember, in my dream, what the picture was, maybe a painting
    by Van Gogh, or Monet, or Gaughin… Maybe it was just memories.

    In my dream, my life was a mystery, but slowly, as I sorted by color, looked
    for places where pieces fit, I began to recognize patterns and textures, I
    could feel a vague sense of identity returning, a sense of my soul being born.

    Slowly in my dream, a landscape emerged, and with the landscape, faces of friends
    from the past, but these were faces seen in clouds, and they seemed far away,
    and then the faces became one face, and it was the face of God, smiling down,

    Or was it God? Maybe it was just an angel, looking in on me. As I continued to arrange by color,
    bit by bit feeling my way, familiar scenes emerged, oh, that was the stream,

    That was the stream where I used to fish, and yes, that is what the road looked like,
    the old dirt road that wound away into the woods… And the red-gold autumn trees.

    There is the empty barn now, with the weathered roof, and how far away, far away.
    Haystacks, colored in rich mauves, blues and pink, an old wagon, a fence.

    Linking the little puzzle pieces, matching colors, discovering patterns, slowly, slowly,
    my shattered, devastated life comes back into focus, the fields, the trees, the sky,

    There is forgiveness, reconciliation, healing of ancient, ancestral wounds, a sense
    of having been lost for centuries, a sense of coming home from the wars, still fragile,
    but walking. Able once again to believe in angels, kindness, and miracles.

    And in my dream, the puzzle finally all falls into place, and I remember who I am.

    (Photograph by Alex in the exhibition, DREAMS: SPACE ILLUSION 2, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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