The Little Things

It was just a drop of morning light that fell upon a surface of my room-- I won't remember it tomorrow, though I found its shape a bit unusual and while seated, leaned to the side to take a second look. Curious it is that just the combination of the sun and shadow from my window was enough to filter through my mind and out to you. Yet there is more. How is it that a tiny fraction of my day takes on significance enough to be profound-- how dare might just a little thing, barely noticed, join old Socrates to beat upon the doorway of the mind? I think I know. A momentary glint upon my chair arm casts from it all the same, beginning, identity, ending, contrast and the power, though without guile, to induce thought and even smiles... to make me wonder just a while about the universality of everything confronting us, there perhaps to rouse us from our mire of lassitude and apathy forever. Is not that notable exception of the quiet here beside us, we may build upon when we are just past focusing upon the roar of comets, starships, missiles and our worldwide mutual obliteration from the earth? ~