Here’s a temple we constructed for Burning Man, the year of the theme “Cargo Cult.” The two paintings are “Truth” (Woman peering at the mirror, after George William Joy’s painting done in 1892-93), and “Truth Shattered” (male figure with spear to mirror).
The temple was a comment on the symbols of the ages, and What is Truth really? Are any of these symbols a path to Truth? Or can any symbol encapsulate Truth? In fitting with the theme “Cargo Cult,” what do we worship, and why is it that our first instinct is that we know Truth within Self, yet at some point, life seems to shatter our illusions of Self, and thereby Truth? What is your Cargo Cult?