Return to Lantern Waste

"I know not how it is, but this lamp on the post worketh upon me strangely. It runs in my mind that I have seen the like before; as it were in a dream, or in the dream of a dream." "Sir," answered they all, "it is even so with us also." "And more," said Queen Lucy, "for it will not go out of my mind that if we pass this post and lantern, either we shall find strange adventures or else some great change of our fortunes."

"Then in the name of Aslan," said Queen Susan, "if ye will all have it so, let us go on and take the adventure that shall fall to us."

Light to light

Passing through.. each of us.. and through one another.  What took so long?  Was it ready-made morality passed off as the word of God?  Was it timidity?  If only I had seen sooner, felt sooner, lived sooner.  What is normative?  What we're raised to hold dear by those who are raised to hold it dearly.  What do we see?  What we're taught to see by those who were taught to see shadows.  What is ideal?  What is taught to us in a book or by someone who has read a book, while Nature's truth lies trampled beneath our clumsy feet or lost above our stiff unbending necks.  What is real?  What we see, and what we hold to be ideal, i.e. what is normative-> our socio-cultural construct. 

How does one shed light on this?  By drawing back the shutters of a window.  How does one transcend this?  By opening the window and crawling out.

Wanderings

My land.  As silent as a cemetery.