Twilight of a moment --
The best way I can describe it is in this old movie (I forget the name...) where a comet passes over the world, and all the people who are exposed to it turn to dust except for a select few. When these select few step outside of this shed they were in, everything is quiet -- so quiet that everything that shines is more brilliant than ever. Stop lights flicker from red to green with a rumbling ripple. Neon signs buzz with the deafening sound of a hundered-thousand volts of electricity. The currents of the world quicken the objects around them into a moment that can be felt just beyond the tips of your fingers.
And last night, June 19th 2005 was the same. Voice was muted, and the sky was on fire -- the rain was pure, and the thunder was skin-shivering. Color danced upon the rules of reality and the twilight moment dragged on, its purpose unknown to me or mine, save perhaps somewhere in the depths of our souls where a small voice can be heard beckoning us; yet the words, the purpose, the what or why -- though we strain to hear it... it seems indecipherable. Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever heard the silence?
It's very rare that this happens. I've had a few similar experiences in my life, but last night was... spectacular.
The best way I can describe it is in this old movie (I forget the name...) where a comet passes over the world, and all the people who are exposed to it turn to dust except for a select few. When these select few step outside of this shed they were in, everything is quiet -- so quiet that everything that shines is more brilliant than ever. Stop lights flicker from red to green with a rumbling ripple. Neon signs buzz with the deafening sound of a hundered-thousand volts of electricity. The currents of the world quicken the objects around them into a moment that can be felt just beyond the tips of your fingers.
And last night, June 19th 2005 was the same. Voice was muted, and the sky was on fire -- the rain was pure, and the thunder was skin-shivering. Color danced upon the rules of reality and the twilight moment dragged on, its purpose unknown to me or mine, save perhaps somewhere in the depths of our souls where a small voice can be heard beckoning us; yet the words, the purpose, the what or why -- though we strain to hear it... it seems indecipherable. Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever heard the silence?
It's very rare that this happens. I've had a few similar experiences in my life, but last night was... spectacular.