Light
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness” – Nabokov
It strikes me as absolute madness how we are trapped inside a maze of senseless delusions in our daily struggles as we hurtle toward the inevitable. All of our endeavors can be deconstructed and refuted, all our values contradicted and rendered senseless and worthless. Only love radiates. Yet, seldom do we pause to grasp that we’ve been given this time, and that we need to make the most of it; to count with every gesture that we were here, and that our lives made a difference.
But in all this, what comes indomitably through is that God must be an incurable optimist. With every newborn child he hopes for that elusive radiant and transcendent being. Like the artist tormented in his studio to paint the vision that will speak to him, or the alchemist struggling with his crucible to ignite the homunculus, our unfortunate deity is taunted by shadows and angels!
- Iliad A. Terra
