Question of logic

12/22/2011

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_As we get a ticket for illegal parking, could we pay a fee in advance and be allowed to park illegally?
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Revelation

12/09/2011

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Blue shading, Rocky Lake, Maine
_ You would have swear it was insane to boat early on a lake, especially if you are not this kind of serious fisherman that knows it is indeed the best time of the day to catch some bass or other fishy creature, when they are still asleep but already hungry. As a matter of fact, you intended to wake up around mid-morning, yet the summer light had been annoying, pushing under your closed lids, illuminating the inside of the tent, acting as if you had no right to some dark and warm intimacy, making your sleeping life miserable, and, last but not least, bringing this irritating and sudden desire to go to the toilets. You had finally and reluctantly got up, then ended up shivering along the shore, hooked by the mist lingering on the water, the remnant of a mysterious and past ceremony, or the annunciation of an upcoming revelation. Your imagination had started to create multiple scenarios whose reality you were unable to verify, so you had rushed back to the tent, grabbed some clothes -already you were feeling warmer and better-, and came back with your full kayak gear. Now in the middle of the lake, in the middle of the action, you do not feel the need to imagine anymore; the never-ending undulation of the light gliding along your boat is enough to stun your senses. Are you in a kind of fairy tale, will you see elves and magicians? As the light changes, as the sun appears behind the tree line, colors evolve, reflections sparkle, subtle transformations take place. A green gets greener, or catches a ray of yellow, a blue becomes darker, or evolves toward translucent, a flower that you had not notice before becomes suddenly an unforgettable sight in her quiet simplicity.  Can you really tell what happened behind your back each time you moved your head in a new direction, or do you have to reorganize your memory as you move forward and look around? Everything has changed again, and again, and again, but everything is still the same, the lake, the mist, the rising sun, the kayak, you. Could it summarize your life, life in general, the beauty and mystery of it? It is quite early on a lake, but you are not far from a profound revelation.
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