Between the Obvious and the Unknown
No great philosophers here, no burden of thought to ponder, no milestone of delving in purposes, no theory to pillage or blunder. Just moments of enlightenment while the snow falling in cadence with the melodic sounds of musicians blending in harmonies to thoughts in my life became a most cherished moment of living. Where for a time my mind was decorated by atmospheres and overtures stringing in rhythmic patterns amidst the unseen and unnoticeable. Where I am nothing more than the recipient of a passage between the realms of the obvious and the unknown awash in my own imagination where the most appealing and the ever sumptuous allegories of my being are finally appeased in the few moments I am with them. Like a student standing in front of its master absorbing the contents of all its learning, eagerly imbibing the placidity of my own likeness comforted from its histories of experience, dedicated to its present presentation, wanting to again become the acknowledge...