Monday, August 24, 2009

The Sparks In The Ceiling




















































The sky was made so clear that sometimes, at night, you can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Yet, nothing's that clear here, and I'm sitting right next to you.

13 comments:

nouri said...

Loooove the photo

Anonymous said...

Nothing's?

Me said...

Nicely spotted, thanks <3

Angel of Mayhem said...

You are amazing! :)

Anonymous said...

I hope at least something is clear. Perhaps I'm simply looking in the wrong place.

Anonymous said...

Welcome. :) I love your blog and your tweets.

Diana Shamdai said...

<3 X 1000000.

Carrie said...

This one is officially one of my favorites. Brilliant! :)

vox caecus said...

i just wish i knew how to make it clearer...

Anonymous said...

I wish you would give me some sign as to how to make things clearer. I need them to be. I need you. Yet, no matter how hard I try things just stay as cloudy as ever.

Anonymous said...

It surges through our consciousness like a meteor and scares us to death.

Yet we sense that whatever we experience is something of extraordinary importance.

It is like a lullaby sung long ago. The words are faint, and the melody reverberates in our being.

Clarity is not unfamiliar to us... we have just forgotten what it is like*

The green springleap team said...

As with everything in life, creativity is art, and art is money, and money is life, and everything falls between!

debtink said...

no, nothing is clear here either

I wish I was blind sometimes so I would not know.