What is the difference between hope and faith? You can have one without the other, it would seem. I mused on these and other pond rings as I stared up at the summer blue sky. It would be night in a few hours, and colorful twinkling flares of light would ignite the air.
What is it about those brief Promethean ejaculations that enamor us so; the striking of a match, the meeting of a fuse, the rushing spark, a screaming ascension, a trail of fire; higher...higher; and pop; a momentary lightness; colors stream, then disappear.
I'll tell you:
They are mirrors.
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