Light is a particle and a wave. It's hard to understand how a thing can be two things at once; but a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She’s a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She’s a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours.
A child is also a particle and a wave. He is a wave when the sound of his pain shoots through your very being and twists you away from yourself. He is a particle when a doctor hands you a baby; a small mirror.
Women, children, and light can be two things at once; a particle, a wave. They ricochet off the hard surfaces and illuminate the dark corners of the heart . Without them the world be far darker...
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Dairy of a Clown
A collection of excerpts, musings, poems, and thoughts of a madman in a mad world.
Lazurus Storm
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