Sitting around with the glow of a pre-dawn street lamp – one notices what it is. Of course, it’s energy from the sun re-routed through a power plant. And from there, re-routed through the byproducts of decayed vegetation from millennia before. But the glow is more than that. Against the black, it pulses rings and …
And everyone says, “I don’t do drama.” But if they’re players in the game, they have to. Drama is the currency and the purpose of the stage play. The directors, writers and producers see it for what it is. But the actors, if they’re good, think it’s real. Believed feeling fuels the drama, so maybe …
A big, burly pine tree grows too high for the neighborhood association. Someone on the road above prefers their view of below has no obstructions in green shades. Their eyes prefer an expanse without that particular shape and distraction. Man wants a scene to look a certain way, as if it’s a channel on a …
Thoughts are things, and things are thoughts, and you, my friend are stuck in a thing pattern. . . a thought pattern. And there is no out door. Except into another pattern. Your eyes can only see so much. There are only so many named things, so many kinds of colors. Or does nature keep …
“And let’s say the game you play is a metaphor for life.” His son dropped the game controller at age 17 and stared back at him. “Wait, what?” the boy said. “What are you involved in when it starts?” “A search and a battle,” said the boy. “Fighting others, finding loot, gaining health.” “Why do …
