Chromatique

My gradual realization is that any longed-for answer to a question - or more, is simply not a complete truth if it is the result of the simplistic thought processes of others. At best it is no more than a fleeting moment of insight – a distinguishing spark - escaping from mental comprehension like a puff of smoke; a wish for a reality – wishfully conjectured in a desperate moment of not-knowing.

In stead, I now ask questions as one would throw a pebble in a pond of water. There results a ripple of interacting truths, complex, dynamic, circling and spreading from the centre in ever larger concentric rings, pulsating in waves of ebb and flow. From its focal point at the centre the answers gradually spread until they dissolve again within the water – like a string, lightly plucked, pure with sudden sound, dissolving again into the eternal silence. Waiting for another pebble, if ever there will be another.

The more profound the question, the greater the disturbance of the water, and the further the ripples will travel, until calmness again prevails. After all the pebbles have been thrown, the pond reposes in unending stillness, guarding the collected pebbles within itself – complete.

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