Light returns itself to us, moves through its own figurative stages to form a new whole in our minds. Light is reinterpreted by each being individually, one of few acts a single person can carry out without the influence of another. It still falls under other’s influence though, each person’s view likely already shifted by those around them.
Light cannot lose itself. It loses nothing, it exposes and
passing by leaves an unbroken trail a few seconds in the future. It’s in its
absence that things can lose themselves, but why worry, light is everywhere
really, filtering under doors and through sheets of paper. Beautiful, in its
way.
Wonder where that light is going anyway? There’s a mighty
fine journey ahead of it.
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