What do you feel when you sense what is Armenian?
Of ages and ages ago, an ancient vision, holiness that is piercing and that is not livable or able to be manifest in human form, raw depth, knightly, of the dust of the ground, mournful, purity that is innocent yet not foolish, regal and clean and noble, of the blood, primordial masculinity, defensive purpose, always protecting in sacrificial might, never aggressing, clean, pristine beauty and femininity, holy and wise and maternal, noble masculinity that cannot be emasculated, a fortress that cannot be torn down even upon crumbling, pride without pomp and without being bloated and without inflation yet heartfelt, legitimacy of the ages, of the land and of the ground, archetypal, the essence of raw human holy blood. Armenia is not a reflection of the light but the light itself in its glory only seen through the medium of burning incense, a dusty mist.