Time Is A Penumbra.
The light is the future. It shines all around us and over us and on us, but because we stand in the penumbra, the future is eclipsed by the present and so we do not see it.
If you stay in the middle, none of the light gets through
and you wander through life exactly like a person in a dark room: unsure, arms
outstretched, flinching from easily-imagined collisions with endtables or walls
you did not know were in front of you. But if you manage to step to the edge,
glimpses of the light are possible.
A man makes his way to the edge of the occluding body, the
occlusion being his own existence. He sees some of the light, catches glimpses
of his future: sitting on a bus as the Navy Pier recedes, carrying a birthday
cake with eleven candles flaring atop it, first clasping hands and then
awkwardly hugging another man. He
experiences these things the way eyes experience a photograph: knowing that
they are real while also knowing they are images.
The light is painfully bright and one must be careful not to
wander too far out, for the light can blind, and make it hard to find one’s way
back, so most stay in the shadow or at best stick their head out fleetingly. Some brave, or foolish, souls go into the
light and stay there.
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And, finally, the post below is an ongoing story of the alphabet: The Letter X has helped humans get an afterlife, which has resulted in other letters being angry, and in letters becoming more real. Now, a few of them have resolved to help Diana find her dead lover, and the key to that seems to be Diana's mad sister. It's really good and you don't have to have read the previous installments to enjoy it. Do I sound too needy? I think I sound too needy.
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Have you read the book Illusions by Richard Bach? If not, I think you would like it.
Oh those foolish souls who bravely dance into the light not knowing what might await them.
I haven't read that one. I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull and there was one other one by him.
The Seagull book was sort of the inspiration for ABCDE. Or at least an influence on it.
So you're into walking in darkness today?
I read the Seagull book, but I don't really much remember it. It was more than 20 years ago.
I really liked the imagery in this.
It must be Friday. I can't get my head around this. Mind...foggy.
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