A little older, I saw the same surprise in your eyes. In their depths,
a hidden universe unfolding. A hidden door. Alive. Life looking back
at me. And I realized than that I have in myself the capacity for awe,
for worship, for wonder. For love. Not a fantasy. Not a dream. Real.
Living breathing here and now. But knowing this is more than common
knowledge. Much more than pedestrian everyday fact. It is magic to say
to a real person: I see the world in you.
I am a son of an electrician. I grew up with talks of light, electric light but light nevetherless. The electrical light is possible only when there is a light-bulb, a container, a see-through container that hold a piece of metal, its heart, which burns brightly when plugged into the source.
Tugsten is used for the heart, it has the highest melting point of all metals, but it easily oxidises in the presence of air. The heart can only burn when immersed in the vacuum, it has to be in the presence of no air to give off light. The light-bulb burns out when air surrounds it
The container has to have a see-through quality, the most possible nakedness desired, or no one will be able to see the light of the heart. Glass, resistant to corrosion of somethingness on the outside of the lightbulb and the nothingness on the inside, is used for that purpose.
Light-bulb was desinged to imitate human beings when their soul is totally naked and their heart burns brightly. Don't give Rageboy any air, the fucker will burn out. No air I said!
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