I wake before dawn with a clearer relationship to Shiva. The light outside is soft and alluring as the veils between night and day part and the unconscious mind transits into conscious awareness. The cool air outside helps me collect the threads of my dream-state before they are lost: [indent] The cumulative experiences over the past two days helped me during dreamtime to map the intersections of truth between the cosmology of the Andes, which I subscribe, and Shivism.
Again, we are led the stall outside of the temple where we left our shoes last night to do the same. In daylight it is much easier to see the carvings on the massive pillars in the inner portion of the temple.