Of Good and Evil

Life is a fabric, isn't it? a crazy-quilt melange repelling and attracting fantasy and myth. So pain and pleasure claim reality, never sure of which ascends. But evil is the foil for understanding good, and may become the soil of happiness, nourishing by virtue of its dark and close embrace. Now you and I may look...examine pointedly this new perspective, leaping up to spark creation...set apart the gladness into islands bursting with the fruit of joy. We want to see what makes us. We want to tap that urging far within the center that invites us to the feast, that speaks in tongues of revelry unheard before. We want to dance through that thick mystery into a radiance unseen. It is that diverse unity that drives a mind into the swirl of consciousness, of just and unjust brotherhood, that common blood of greed and graciousness on a continuum without an end. It's where magnificence prevails, where light comes rushing in upon a shadowed stage; the denouement, the prize song, all the roses waken sense and sight, the night outside an introit to the splendor of the day. ~