E,
We cannot be afraid of
the rock bottom. It is where all miracles begin. The light does not work for
those under a lamp. They are not ready for the thing it promises yet. They are
content with being a little better and not their best selves. I should stop saying
“they”. I mean us. In the little compartments and bit parts that make up our
life on earth, we want to slink by in as much comfort and care and consolation
as the lamp will offer. Yet, in our hearts the sun is always rising. We always
dreaming of that other country.
It always comes when we
have nothing left in us to fight it. It is the herald within every
disappointment: the lost lover, the grief of loss, the opportunity missed or
the tragedy in full swing. It is there that our humanity settles on the sparks
of light around us. On the floor we might no longer struggle to look at the
stars. And when we think of the infinite vastness of the universe itself, in
all its glory, we know that the lamp of single room will never be enough.
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