If there's anything left to know about the Gods, including the Abrahamic One, it is that they don't exist within the boundaries of what ordinary minds register as real, but appear as revenants, haunting dreams, reveries, steep flights of imagination.
For at least forty thousand years images we've received as 'numinous' were the work of artists. As covenants between secular and sacred trees, animals, mountains are in some sense individualized turbulence patterns, specific turbulence patterns of energy flows that manifest themselves temporarily as discrete items, playing specific roles and occur in midst of schisms, Mark Rothko addressed his qualms with Surrealism by saying he "love(s) both the object and the dream far too much to have them effervesced into the insubstantiality of memory and hallucination." He continued:
No longer believing
that art can serve what does not appear, Rothko fled into
of color and shades of darkness. Because in his journey to
he turned a blind eye to the psyche's infinite aspects, he
didn't see it is not the objects