The booster rockets on the Shuttle represent thousands of pounds of reason and logic essential to the thrust of our prayers piercing the stratosphere.
But if not dropped allowing the weightless silent engines of Meditation to engage, our souls will never complete their journey liken the spawn of salmon.
My theme/sculpture had a balance of free-form and cubism, one essential to the other in it’s abiotic coexistence, like our personal balances of madness & reason.
Like the seemingly wildness of nature dependent on its dharma for stability.