My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Somewhere is Here
I heard in Art History class that the idea of a Muslim reflecting pool is that the reflection of the actual world representing the otherworldly heaven. A reflecting pool is manmade, but does the same apply to a lake? Because the lake I've spent the weekend in front of has shown me exactly the color blue of the sky, and the underwings of a bird, and the shape of the sun before it sets over the mountains. I was just wondering if that exactly is the otherworldly, if I am living in a state of perpetual perfection and I just don't know it. Things don't seem perfect at all. But maybe perfection doesn't exist and a bit of happiness at last is as good as it gets.
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