Maybe be that is the problem …. When the truth is foggy we all see it the same… but when it is crystal clear we see it differently… for instance grab one of those crystal pieces off your chandelier, put it on the table, expose it to light and look… if you are standing in front of it you would see a red light reflection, turn a little around the table, you’ll see the reflection light turned into green, the more you move the more the colors change… that means the same “one truth”( of things- that could  apply on anything) would look differently, all according to where you are standing from it…. Interesting isn’t it !

Now the problem is to be able to tell which of the colors is the right fit for that Truth.. I think no one could tell… specially if there is light around….

Since in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, it was dark and men couldn’t see, so God said: Let there be light, and there was light, but still men couldn’t see.

That means: the light that God has created for our “salvation” was used for “distraction”.

What a shame, what a shame..

That also means that animals, since they are colors blind they could see the “one truth” better than us, but again,  they can not talk…

So for now I think I’m a lot confused I don’t want to analyze, I don’t want to argue since each of us is -or think is-right with what we see according to where we are standing…..and maybe if one day we stand all together  we  could all see, share and defend the same vision..

Until then… let there be DARK…( i'll shut my eyes)

One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum  chum?
Guy:  What do you think?  I'm in hell.
Demon:  Hell's not so bad.  We actually have a lot of fun down here...you a drinkin' man?
Guy:  Sure,  I love to drink.  Love the drinks.
Demon:  Well you're gonna love Mondays then.  On  Mondays that's all we do is drink.  Whiskey,  tequila,  Guinness,  wine coolers,  diet tab, and fresca...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy:  Gee that sounds great.

Demon:  You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!  Love the smoking.
Demon:  Alright!  You're gonna love Tuesdays.  We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out.  If you get cancer - no biggie - you're already dead remember?
Guy:  Wow...that's...awesome!

Demon:  I bet you like to gamble.
Guy:  Why  yes  as a matter of fact  I do.  Love the gambling.
Demon:  Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want.  Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever...  If you go Bankrupt...well you're dead anyhow.

Demon:   You into drugs?
Guy:  Are you kidding?  Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon:  That's right!  Thursday is drug day.  Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack. or smack.  Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose - that's right - you're dead - who cares!  O.D.!!
Guy:  Yowza!  I never realized Hell was such a swingin' place!!

Demon: You gay?
Guy:  Uh  no.

Demon:  Ooooh  you're really gonna hate Fridays.

 

(hiihihihihhiii.... as awful as it is ... yet it is kinda funny)

Bright light shines upon me, a penetrating light that feels warm and loving.
I see you there, as I meet your eyes, we smile then embrace.
It has been so long since I lost you; another life.
One that seemed an eternity, but compared to eternity was but a moment.
We can’t be together again, you and I,
to walk the shores of paradise, hand in hand we can’t…

 look at me … look at you…look  at where we belong now…

We can live it as a dream….

When self-pity of dreams becomes acceptable as part of the comedy of our errors, tranquility would be lost forever….

Real dreams are nothing but a waking hallucination in which anything that might have happened to us can be used at random. Anything I have seen, overheard, or imagined can go in. Turn a dream into a puppet with a mixture of tenderness and absurdity, pathos and hilarity….

As the dreams continue in this new land that is real, real far away , my identity as distinct from me becomes harder to take. I begin to collapse into reality, and the dream begins to sound like a nightmare that I picked for myself….

And in a moment of truth I ask myself again: is it worth it? or should I let go…..

The answer comes from far, far away, what an irony…. Someone who has been there and knew what I’m talking about says with a fragile typing that in a way reflects the inner thoughts: let go, let go, just say good bye…just try..

 

I’ll try…