There stood one whose countenance I knew not, an image before my eyes, and I heard the voice as it were of a gentle wind...
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Paradigm Shift
I used to love the door because it was a symbol. Now I hate the door. It confuses me. I thought it used to protect me, but now I don't know any more. It hasn't changed, so maybe I have? I think not. Perhaps the world changed around us. Answers have become questions. The door hasn't changed but it has caused me to see everything else differently. I sit silently trying to think back to when the change happened but I cannot. There was then and now there is this. One simple thought. Which is the right side of the door?
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