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.


Nothing Is Simple, Singular, Absolute

Autumn weather is one of life’s great simple joys.

Autumn’s ever-decreasing light as a herald of winter’s bleak darkness is an ever-increasing catalyst of gloomy despondency.


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