The Flame at the end of the tunnel

Sometimes the light does not shine.... sometimes the darkness covers our eyes and blinds us from the clarity our weary minds yearn to see. In those moments of dulled senses and tired resolve, we must lock our gazes upon a single burning flame... When you've lived in a dark hell where the only thing you could trust was the purity of all colors- the colors which comprise of energy, the burning of colors of life- the shadows creep so horridly beyond everything that is suffuse of light, reminding us of the delicate and FINITE nature of a decaying happiness. BUT!!! Why do all things decay? The transient passage of our bodies through the 4 dimensions is more fleeting than the instantaneous flash of warmth from a fire-fly. From the ultimate perspective- and really it is all about perspective- ones life is a solemn event. A flash- and few thousand beats of heart- and then into a place that no one knows, yet everyone will visit. What sensless irony? So if nothing more, eat some cake, watch a movie, and dwell deeply on perspective- maybe along the way you might discover how if perspective can insume the finite---- then with enough stretch of the imagination, the infite lies just beyond a single contemplation. Let wisdom reign, and the fire of the mind burn into the night.