There is a primal emotion
When we are up close and in the earth,
Measuring by the quarter inch,
Placing and fitting the stones
With hands stiff and dirty
Sweat dripping,
And getting dizzy
As we lift and fit another
And another and another
Then comes the thrill
As we stand up and float up,
With an emotional vision
Our tears begin to fall
Upon the stones far below
As we witness the enormity and the detail
And intention and the beauty
of the Labyrinth we build.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
pen and ink with digital manipulation