Silent Eye of Night– At Principle Gallery
What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
–Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
What is the meaning of life?
If you’ve read anything here in the past, you know I don’t have an answer to that question. Oh, I try to come up with answers. No doubt about that. And I inevitably come up short.
Maybe there is no real answer.
Maybe we are left with just vague and fleeting hints of some sort of meaning behind the scenes of this ongoing production. Maybe it comes in small acts of love or compassion. Or in a simple word or glance from a stranger. Or in the recognition of your own emotions hidden in a piece of art.
Maybe it as simple as laughing when you’re happy and crying when you’re sad. Or laughing when you’re sad and crying when you’re happy. Either way, works, I guess.
Maybe it is just in feeling something.
Again, I don’t know. But we keep trying to find an answer. Hopefully, we can savor the small glints of light in the darkness…
Redtree Times 
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