This place of healing is ominous and fragile. A tall, dark structure dominates the landscape, and yet seems to be pulled this way and that by the wind. And a great sun like a dragon's eye bulldozers into the scene. I can hear a violent chopping sound as the eye sucks a passing helicopter up into its orbit, while cutting into the side of the building. The eye is fixed on this great structure that apprehensively leans away. A short, blue wall curves around the perimeter like the dragon's bottom jaw, while the tops of evergreen trees point up like teeth, and a mud path slithers like a slurping tongue.
We think of buildings as strong, but everything man-made is vulnerable to greater forces of nature, and all of it will fall away.
We think of our bodies as strong, but every person born is vulnerable to injury or illness, and all will die.
I am reminded once again of Alice and the Red Queen's Race. Entropy is our fate.