The Torch
I am not one to involve the intention among others. It rarely moves although sometimes a whisper finds it's way outward snaking itself among the outlands. As it wends it's way it comes and goes with typically little thought. I suppose it could be said that I hide quite well1.
There are times when the spotlight requires a stance in which the role and roles must be fullfilled, and so it is2.
The sparks of life are ever present and in demonstration. It cannot be denied and yet it can be enveloped with pretension. I find no reward in such and yet walking in the shoes of time there is never a moment fullfilled as such. It's true, I do observe and yet there is so much more to the story. I highly doubt that that story will ever be revealed.
In the darkness there is always a torch available to light the way. It has been deemed so and so it is but here is where that pretension comes in. There is always a price to pay.
And yet. And yet no price is needed nor desired.
It's crazy but when the veil becomes drawn over one's perception all sort of imaginings become apparent.
Sort of like the mirror of Life and Living3.