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.
When Christians were white and savages worshiped Pachamama. This kids book was written/published in 2003, and this type of thing is very popular with a certain segment of the population who normally won't read anything that isn't at least 50+ years old.
posted by Degolar @ 8:49 AM
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Oh. My. God.
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