Light. Dark. RGB. CMYK.
Radiation…Reflection…Refraction…
The heart of the sun…and absolute zero.

Particle waves of probabilities overlapping…appearing to cancel each other out, here, there…casting illusory shadows on an illusory wall in an illusory barn…on an illusory farm…on an illusory world in an illusory universe…

It’s all real of course…that is, as real as we collectively make it.

Or perhaps part of our collective senses something unseen in those playful little shadows…thus becoming an enclave of awareness, conscious of subtleties otherwise overlooked or dismissed…

And thus, via such observation, what is real takes on new dimensions previously unimagined…

Tattoo, linework

Shadow can now be recognized as light interfering with itself for the sake of contrast…to distinguish forms…so that events may unfold…and a story may play out.

A protagonist emerges…and as a by-product, here comes an antagonist. Light…making shadows of itself…endlessly…

And then one day…a protagonist or two billion stop and listen to this dance of light long enough to hear within its long and sordid tale a message…

…a clue as to its oft seemingly-pointless purpose…

…a clue that reveals how we are the light…eternal and flawless…playing shadow games with ourselves to pass away multiversal, fractaline eternity. Our shadow is us, and we are it, and knowing this—embracing it—we integrate our awareness.

The old ‘Us vs. Them’ mentality evaporates. No longer opposites, great heaps of friction slough off our hides, and a new story begins to unfold…

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