Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.


A Pondering

So two of us were the first ones into our quiet, deserted building this morning. I started turning on the staff computers/machines and she the public. All of the humming, chirping, and buzzing struck me as particularly deafening. I wonder if all of that background noise subliminially gives people permission to be noisier than in the good old days?


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