“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.” ~ Leonard Cohen
“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.” ~ Leonora Carrington
“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” ~ Carl Jung
Here’s a weird thing. I started writing by violating my own formatting protocol, by first choosing a title, and now the text. Formatting almost always begins with choosing a photo from the vast library (12,000+) of photos in my vaults. Aperture photo software actually refers to the deeper archives as “vaults”. I sometimes feel creeped out when I dally with “The Vaults”, like maybe friggin Vincent Price is going to come out pontificating darkly like a nitwit or something when I open the door, and the hinges creek, and cobwebs stretch out and pull loose from the door, and an ominous cathedral organ chord echoes from below, reaching up through the dark stairwell that descends from the doorway. But since this is my own vivid imagination at play I think I will make it Harry Potter instead of Indiana Jones. So Vincent Price becomes Snapes instead. In fact I can see Vince in that role. Anyway . . . moving right along . . . after choosing a photo, then doing any kind of creative re-formatting I care to do, I paste it on the composition screen then move along to find some good quotes. The quote search has become a morning’s pleasure, through stretching my brain out every which way. So much of how we perceive reality is merely filtered through language. Reading quotes in the morning provides me with the perceptions of others, and the way they use language reminds me that I ain’t the only one. This all stretches out my brain, mind, whatever. That’s about as structured as my process gets. This morning I’m not going to write what I am going to write, which is to say that I have some semblance of a theme for the post but I ain’t got the focus and the drive to follow through. I’m thinking of Light and Darkness and how they interact. All it really takes to reach deep into the issue is to sit still and pay attention to what is going on around me. And all of this just to feed my intellect. That’s a hungry guest, to say the least. But listen, all of this is really just a trick of the Light. When I first sat outside this morning I was gazing out at the stars and their habitat. At one point I thoughtlessly took off my glasses, then thinking that these photons have travelled a billion light years to get here, and what business is it of mine to mess with them right before they enter my eyes. I took my glasses off to keep it all organic. Sigh. Trick of the Light, all of it, says me. I’ll keep that in mind as I sit outside at the laundromat, waiting for the wash and rise and dry cycles to follow through, later this morning. Sometimes ya jest gotta clean it up a tad.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.