This pictures captures my emotions, redefined faith, and inordinate experience since swallowing the red pill.
It's by Isreali street artist Addam Yekutieli aka Know Hope.
In the center I see the church of my birth, morphed into an unrecognizable figure. On the right, I kneel as I dismantle the church of my youth exposing various problems and issues. Behind me is my wife, covering my eyes, fearful of what I find. We both wear our hearts on our sleeve. Notice the hole I've left in her heart? On the left, the creature closest to the dismantled church is the church's version of Satan. The church wispering in my ear that what I see is counterfeit. The creature behind Satan is the cog dis pulling and unwinding the brainwash. Notice the look of indifference on its face? The letters above reference the confusion and uncertainty. Ironically, the artist's name Know Hope captures my sentiment? Some days I know hope. Some days there is no hope.
