lights in the dark

from kandinsky's "concerning the spiritual in art" . . . "our minds, which are even now only just awakening after years of materialism, are infected with the despair of unbelief, of lack of purpose and ideal.

the nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.

only a feeble light glimmers like a tiny star in a vast gulf of darkness. this feeble light is but a presentiment, and the soul, when it sees it, trembles in doubt whether the light is not a dream, and the gulf of darkness reality.

our soul rings cracked when we seek to play upon it, as does a costly vase, long buried in the earth, which is found to have a flaw when it is dug up once more."

the blurred form of an evening

the blurred form of an evening sky rushes past the night train. by the yellow-orange light of a fringed table lamp, a man pushes his face closer to the window. a small cloud of breath ebbs and flows from his mouth across the glass - a humid tongue of moisture.

stations and signals flow by the darkened window frame in sudden jarring colour-filled moments. an illuminated sign, a wall of brownish-red bricks, light flooding from an opening door, someone peering from behind a curtain.

life is like this.

window

night from a railroad car window
is a great, dark, soft thing
broken across with slashes of light.

carl sandburg

and faith is one

scepticism is a virtue, but risks becoming cynicism.
cynicism is a vice.

faith is a virtue, but risks becoming belief.
this is a weakness.

may we hold scepticism close;
may faith hold us closer.

but let us not belittle the beliefs of others,
for although beliefs are legion they may lead to faith.

and faith is one.

robert fripp