Sunday, March 11, 2012

She shifts her gaze to the sky

By the way a person walks along the street, how they pass you,
where their gaze falls: you can know everything. This everything is only a perceptible nanosecond of understanding though; a brief flash in the dark when your back is turned, a shooting star in a crowded sky of clouds, a spark from a streetcar wire up the distant rush-houred street ... But, if we could hold that moment in front of us, like a glowing orb filled with a multitude of colours, or like some clairvoyant who sits and waits in a smoky room for someone to ring the bell and enter ... Well, then, perhaps, we could truly see into the truth of all things.

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