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.

12.01.2008

Just Started The Hunger Games

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. he has stopped hissing at me.

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.


For some reason, when I read this quote I immediately thought of politics. What other types of relationships might be characterized by this dynamic, I wonder?

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