"...my aim is to give a voice to the silent people, to show the hidden lights behind the curtain of the great game..."
If you can make it to the end of the above video without tears, you are a braver little toaster than I.
For those who become irritated by too much talk about light: their instincts may be correct. According to NASA, "normal" matter (that is not "dark", or otherwise acting rather mysteriously--68% dark energy, ~27% dark matter) makes up less than five percent of the universe.
Cameras with lenses and computer processors which can detect substances other than optical light, have begun to "illuminate" some of the hidden universe.
|An x-ray photograph of a massive black hole at the center of our galaxy taken by NASA's x-ray observatory, Chandra.|
But what if there were another sort of lens in our eyes, through which the hidden lights of Earth were able to be translated into the visible spectrum?
I speculate on the pulsing nebulae we might possibly espy in the shadows of those who might otherwise seem unremarkable:
- a checker at the grocery store who knew the Kalevala (how I miss him though I only met him once!);
- a teacher who has been grinning and bearing it with 30 pupils for six hours;
- a maiden aunt who signs the 40th post card to young relatives during her vacation;
- the White Birch Council of all of the widows and bearers of the world's pain;
- and you, dear blog reader, who sit and muse in silence.
"The parable of His Light is a niche wherein is a lamp—
the lamp is in a glass, the glass as it were a glittering star—
lit from a blessed olive tree,
neither eastern nor western,
whose oil almost lights up,
though fire should not touch it.
Light upon light."
--Qur'an, Sura an-Nur
|A painting by Daria Petrilli|
"In this way, through an uncompromising, absolute, and pure detachment from yourself and from all things, transcending all things and released from all, you will be led upwards toward that radiance of the divine darkness that is beyond all being. Entering the darkness that surpasses understanding, we shall find ourselves brought, not just to brevity of speech, but to perfect silence and unknowing."
|taken after dark - the orange glow is the clouds reflecting the snow|
Come forward to childhood and do not despise it because it is little and small.
And do not bring back some greatnesses in parts from smallnesses,
for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.
--Thunder, the Perfect Mind