I am attempting to see all the world through two ridiculously small black holes in my face. They are sometimes smaller, now larger, but always too small to pull everything in. They should be larger, widening, dilating until their enormity generates a gravitational pull, allowing nothing to escape the attraction.
Oh that my eyes were truly Black Holes. They'd vacuum in oceans and suns and x-rays and libraries, and all the intangible things too, and cyclone-like, maybe the occasional cow. And people. Especially people.
Maybe if this were the case though, and my eyes suddenly became all-seeing, that would make me a god. That is something I never wish for... The power / responsibility symbiosis still scares me, a bit.
Something striking me as I read Narcissus and Goldmund is that (albeit I am only 7 chapters in) I feel as if I am Goldmund, noncommittally, and without judgment; but the thought is there, nonetheless. I find myself associating him with the High Priestess and the Empress from the Tarot, whereas Narcissus is The High Priest and the Emperor. And I don't know that I've read of a relationship so passionate and heartbreaking since C.S. Lewis's Till We Have Faces.
But my eye is twitching again, and whether from lack of sleep or caffeine, or a simple rejection of what it is seeing, it is disallowing me to take everything in uninhibited.
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