Darkness - Day 2
People are so vain. They must have light around, so that they can see themselves. Its like if they can’t see themselves, then maybe they don’t exist. If only they would realize that you can only see yourself, if all else is shut away – including light.
It is light which takes our eyes away from ourselves. It is the perceived brightness that dims our abilities and allows the mundane to rule over us. It is the noise of sight that steals away our inner quiet with its clanging and shouting.
It is the beauty of darkness which allows us to be at peace, and in that peace, find the deepest meanings of the darkest questions.
“Johnny, time for school.”
“Aw Mom, I don’t feel so good. Can I stay home today?”
“If you feel good enough to be in that grungy ol’ basement, you feel good enough to go to school. Now come on up here and git.”
Git.
I was gitting. I was gitting closer and closer to that core that has been calling me ever since I found this part of the basement – this part where the corners and the furnace worked together to shut out all the light. All the light except for that oily window that used to allow whispers through. A flat board, a few nails, and a hammer shut those whispers up.
“Johnny?”
Now, if he could just find a board big enough to shut up that whisper....
It is light which takes our eyes away from ourselves. It is the perceived brightness that dims our abilities and allows the mundane to rule over us. It is the noise of sight that steals away our inner quiet with its clanging and shouting.
It is the beauty of darkness which allows us to be at peace, and in that peace, find the deepest meanings of the darkest questions.
“Johnny, time for school.”
“Aw Mom, I don’t feel so good. Can I stay home today?”
“If you feel good enough to be in that grungy ol’ basement, you feel good enough to go to school. Now come on up here and git.”
Git.
I was gitting. I was gitting closer and closer to that core that has been calling me ever since I found this part of the basement – this part where the corners and the furnace worked together to shut out all the light. All the light except for that oily window that used to allow whispers through. A flat board, a few nails, and a hammer shut those whispers up.
“Johnny?”
Now, if he could just find a board big enough to shut up that whisper....


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