Sunday, October 7, 2018
Stars in the Sky
A star is only a star within their own human generation. But the stars in the sky last for all generations. The stars in the sky serve as the foundation for the religion you believe in... right now. What was once unknown is now known as it goes back further than even Egypt. Earthly power once controlled time. We now live by time set by earthly power. Our time is based in the sky. Our history is a history contained within the sky. We are the sky...we are the stars in the sky.
My Favorite Darkness
My favorite darkness is when I can feel comfortably sorry for myself. It's my go-to play in the playbook. I run that play and the pieces all fall into the same predictable positions. From these positions certain pieces can be moved to immediate and favorable spaces. But as the game progresses, players change and circumstances change making certain moves less favorable when seen from a higher, more reasonable perspective. I then remember my place upon the universal game-board and I find there is functioning light operating unevenly within my favorite darkness.
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