Moonlight Quartet–At West End Gallery
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is—as the light called human life is—at its coming and its going.
—Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son
This line from Dickens always makes me wonder about a lot of things– about the emotional feel of moonlight and sunlight, about how each serve as a witness to our existence, about our affinity for light as humans, and how we react to light.
This wondering brings up lots of questions. Is our life in the light, be it sunlight or moonlight, even real? Or are we mere ghosts, manifestations of formless souls, that only exist and find form in dimensions of light?
I sure don’t know. But I do like wondering, especially about those questions that can’t be answered. Sometimes it seems like those are the only questions that matter.
I see that the light is breaking in gray through the trees. Time for this ghost to get moving.
Here’s a song from Joni Mitchell from her jazz-tinged work of the early 1980’s. This is Moon at the Window.
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