Somewhat too easily one could find oneself resentful of her absences; to which she gently replied, "You know, i watch you stumble about in the dark too."
Comforting to know, but one still has to contend with the inevitable bruises.
An insect had flown into a lamp and was hurling itself against the bright bulb. Its folly drawing a wry smile.
"Don't be so smug," I heard the light admonish. "You, yourself, are similarly dazzled by your own ignorance."
I turned off the lamp and sat there, listening to myself flap vainly against the dark.
"Don't be so smug," I heard the light admonish. "You, yourself, are similarly dazzled by your own ignorance."
I turned off the lamp and sat there, listening to myself flap vainly against the dark.
Though i liked to think that we had become intimately familiar, occasionally she would just watch as i sank into what seemed to be an inevitable gloom.
"It is not despair which weighs you down and has become your burden," she once said, "for i illuminate it too."
Thus, she would state the obvious; leaving one to grope blindly toward the sound of her voice.
"It is not despair which weighs you down and has become your burden," she once said, "for i illuminate it too."
Thus, she would state the obvious; leaving one to grope blindly toward the sound of her voice.
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