unmagnificent not

The shadows on the wall are no longer you. Now they have become what they were intended to be, a distant memory. Shadows rely on the light that shines from behind but does not penetrate the one that lies on the inside. Motion is determined not by the one who made the light, but instead requires the form to create the design of you the exterior. To find the requiring light on the inside, one needs to crack the door just enough to sample the irrepressable goodness and warmth of the designer. To be open is to be clear, concise, and reasonable only to a point. There comes a time when reason must be cast out in order to formulate new reasons for living. The spector of the lost looms heavy on the ones who find the same in everything they do. Were it not for lack of reason, the world would truely be unmagnificent and joyless. LLC 98.2