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Reflections at night when the dark is good and we see farther. A short meditation.
Brief Tales on a Whim.
Meditations on the 60th Anniversary of Hiroshima What would the end of the world entail? Do we boast that we can imagine such a thing?
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"It's a dark place."
"It wasn't always dark. Sometimes good shadows said wonderful things and the light came through the windows as if it were an old cathedral."
"A place by the sea perhaps."
"It's a dark place. And sad. And often cold."
"Where did the stones go too that reminded me of exotic birds?"
"And the purple bursting plant, remember that."
"It seeded the air and ground."
"But all dark now. I can sense the dark as something real, a kind of embarrassment or shame that wafts into every crevice there is."
"Dark and sad."
"But sad only because it was one time a light."
"But you saw the dimming of the light didn't you? You were forewarned. It hit me like a pensive moon it did, a yellow thing swallowed up by the regular dark."
"Well that dark can be explained. That dark is fact."
"True. But perhaps we are being called on to make this dark a fact or make it palpable at least so it doesn't extinguish whatever we have left."
"It will bury us and make us dark too, no question."
"No doubt and we will be alive and know it and see it come down on us to take us away."
"Oh don't say sinister things. It is merely dark and a bit cold. Can't you get used to it?"
"He gets used to it. It doesn't seem to bother him any."
"Oh well you know the reason for that."
"He must be very healthy."
"He's drunk all the time. It makes a difference. The dark will do that, sneak up on you and suddenly you are drunk all the time. Who can judge? It happens. It's a rich sort of darkness I suppose. I don't know."
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