All Colors Will Agree in the Dark

I'm typing this next to a fire in the quasi- woods.  It is ridiculous, I know.  I am wearing a white cabled sweater.  One a father from the 1960s would wear while smoking a respectable and wood-colored pipe. The fire is less than two feet from me, and the flames are warming the right side of my face.  A friend of mine is en route from a near-by but far away store with the makings of S'mores.

(pause)

Last night I lay in decently long grass (by city standards, anyway) with six other people who felt exactly right.  Most of us lay on our backs watching the sky and the birds as a friend of mine created an atmosphere of sound. Ambient and geographically curated sound. And although some of them, most of them, didn't know each other, it was beautiful to see the stories they pulled and teased from each other throughout the night. There, in the grass, and later, winding a bit throughout the city.

There is nothing more enjoyable than being around people you like who genuinely want to connect.

(pause)

Things feel good, lately.  Calm.  Right, somehow.  There is the feeling, like tonight, of pure juxtaposition: pure cold air and the snapping of twigs in night mud mixed with the heat of a flame that can consume you.

But alas: The sound of returning footsteps, and promise of S'mores pulls me away.



Until soon,

k.


(title: quote from Francis Bacon, Essay III: Of Unity in Religion. Something I am thinking of in part (the quote) and in partial whole as it relates to life and current context. The partial whole is a chunk from the essay that reads: There be also two false peaces or unities: the one, when the peace is grounded but upon an implicit ignorance; for all colors will agree in the dark: the other, when it is pieced up upon a direct admission of contraries in fundamental points. For truth and falsehood, in such things, are like the iron and clay in the toes of Nebuchadnezzar’s image; they may cleave, but they will not incorporate.)

( Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis - Forest,1906 per Mmme Gaudissart Tumblr)