All posts tagged: Light

Someone’s really into color…

  Makes me wonder what they do at night, when the sun goes down… And it’s too dark to see all the trouble they’ve gone to. Is the color still there, if there’s no light by which it can be seen? If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to see it, does it still make a sound? If a man speaks in the woods, and no one is there to hear him, is he still wrong?

Another evening away from home…

The problem with… One of the problems with spending so much time away… Amongst the many problems with spending so much time in hotels, away from your carefully cultivated ‘nest’, is the problem of getting any writing done. To be fair, the nest wasn’t so much cultivated, as it kinda just evolved, over time. But the chair in the hotel is just exactly too short, or too stiff, or not at the right angle, or it doesn’t even recline… and etc., etc., etc… 

Op-Ed…

“Every single thing I’ve ever said is, ultimately, only my opinion – a comment upon what it is I perceive to be the reality around me at any given moment. “I might say that it’s very bright out today; and everyone would know what I meant by that statement. Assuming that I’ve spoken truthfully, it’s doubtful anyone would even disagree with me. At that point, my opinion might be widely considered to have traversed over into the realm of ‘fact’. “But can you imagine a quality of light so intense, a mode of illumination so pure, that the brightest light you can think of would be as the darkest night in some other realm? “Can you see it in your mind’s eye – another mode of existence, in which the heart of our sun might leave that existence blind, from a lack of light? Imagine such a concept of darkness, which would limit our perception to the reading of a body’s internal chemistry, or the enumeration of atoms… or the making visible of that about which we now can only speculate. “What would such an intensity of sight …

Afraid of the Light…

  What is it that would make one afraid to shine a light into their own darkness? Do they fear what they might see? Or is it because they already know what’s there, and cannot bear to look upon it? And are your own private terrors so excruciatingly fearsome – or are they merely yours, and you’d not have others realize how insignificant a fear it took, to so weaken your resolve? EJ Liederstein