“You see these words on a screen,
little dots of light, like lots of tiny lanterns
on your own horizon.
Imagine them held high,
being waved by many people
who wrote many more glowing words before me.
These little dots of light are apparently illuminated
by even tinier streams of electrical intention,
of zero’s and one’s,
little yes’s and no’s,
constant flickerings of presence and absence.
Just like souls.
Imagine all of that nearly cellular energy
like the energies that have pulsed
from and through many many people
before you and I,
like all of their stories
ultimately enlighten ours in some quiet way.
Imagine words as not just mere and more content
strewn out upon the ether,
but as a universe of feathers,
enough to grace every path.” xoxoAe