A Picture Says 1,000 Words - Page 52

I, like a lot of men, basically don't cry. I don't cry when people die, when people leave for foreign countries for years, when said people return, when I break up with girlfriends. My body has a whole new method of dealing with stuff like that: upset stomach. I feel sick.

However, there is one exception. This year at Burning Man, I cried repeatedly at a structure called "The Temple". There is a temple every year, and it is a place where people bring their anger, their sorrow, their pain, and they write it on the wall, leave a note, make a shrine. They cast away their demons and their worries and messages to those they have lost. And at the end of the festival, we burn the temple down.

There is so much power in that place. As you walk in, you cannot help but be overwhelmed by all of the messages bombarding you "I wish you could see this, Dad". "To my new fiance, I love you!" "To the man who raped me, I forgive you". "To my best friend [(dog)], I miss you." Books. Papers. Pictures. Random items that hold importance. Even anger: "I gave you two children and this is how you repay me. I release the last of my love for you when this temple burns."

Came across this on Reddit, beautiful picture by Timothy Allen in Mongolia.