Your life can be compared to a light bulb, it is bright in times joy and prosperity but even when the bulb seems to flicker in times of turbulance and sadness there is always hope the power will restore itself and with it you and the bulb become bright again.
The darker the music, the brighter the mind.
We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.
Past the Milky Way. Past the stars and moons, the suns and shadows. Past the universe. Past it all. Past the light and into the darkness. Past the created and into the creation, into the deep space of creators, of gods and immortals. Into the creative cosmos. Into the within. Into it. There lies a place with a white planet, a bright dot in the static blackness, a solitary island in the expanse of imaginative nothingness.
This lone planet lies still in its isolation, staring at the darkness with two penetrating eyes that protrude from its spherical whiteness…
~ Chad Cristopher Cobb, "The Sea of Milk" ~
