Saturday, April 26, 2025

Color and the Soul

Soul: prison and prism.

Light enters as pain and exits as pattern.

Each life is a refraction. Each sorrow, a color. But the prism cannot know the full spectrum — only  distortion. 

Only in dissolution, in burning, do all the colors unify. This is what the mystics meant by heaven. This is what the dying see.

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