The void of the sky, the clouds of becoming, nebulous out of which comes the stone. And on the left, the last grasp of a bush, a life lifted up, grown, flowered, perhaps of previous times, shot through by the void. In a long based straight line of the earth, the tower of a Church, one form of uplift, the sky above is large, as is the portents of 'religion'. And then a tree of Life, the void its leaves. And then a woman walking away. A formal set of clothes is suggested signifying culture. 'She walks away' it is advantageous, a mother births a mind into the world, and being mind herself is fated to move on. It has always been so.
