There's nothing I need to say here.
There's every thing that needs be said.
Finding personal fluorescence, that's the desire.
Switch on and suddenly be bright.
Life as easy as electric light.
Yet the power standing on these shoulders of progress, is it guaranteed?
Can't say with authority. Only know the chaos entropy wave continues unabated. Is this perception truth, or the mere trick of age and ever mind garnished maturity?
Funny thing about persisting along the human consciousness time line, each moment carries added associations of memory. Each action recalls not just a moment of repetition, but especially the remembered comment of another.
And so present experience deepens. Layers of association. I open the fridge and remember what she said. I hitch this trailer and the first time occurs to me.
Guess that's why the wise travel, verses making the morning coffee the same way, again.
I haven't ever declared i have answers to such questions. Just know I carry a candle. Handy when describing the darkness of this uncertain life.
Cast on my friends. Don't stop pushing backwards the gloom. Fret not whether you are the floor or the broom.
