Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The lights go off
T he lights go off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, distracted by the rush and noise of the world where I exist, something inexplicable that life had obscured, an aura, a secret, maybe even a soul, or perhaps just a hint that they were part of me, of what I am, what we all are, the infinite being. Their...
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