A Consider Able Speck

But why is the darkness waiting?

If it is waiting for the light in order to crush it, to destroy the light and make it darkness, it will find it can never do so. In time, it may extinguish the source, but the light will travel onward, radiating into the darkness, proclaiming its very existence in defiance of all the powers of darkness.

But…if it is waiting for other reasons…if it is waiting for its complement, to find its opposite and learn more of its true self, to not be lonely…for all its speed, it has a long while to wait. And an eternity to experience its completion once the light arrives.

Whenever I see butterflies, it’s always on similar days, in similar circumstances. Fluttering on a flower, flapping lightly through a clear blue sky that’s not too hot, not too cold. Every spring, millions of butterflies fly all over the world, to live for one day, then to die away.

Each day a butterfly sees is unique. And yet, the billions of springs that our planet has spun through…the fact that a butterfly was able to experience only briefly a small part of the continuum of the seasons…

They’ve had the chance to taste briefly the bittersweetness of forever.