Saturday, February 26, 2005
Ride the Lightning!
The dark is a strange thing. If you ever stare at it long enough, it will seem that hands start creeping towards you and slowly circle you, consuming you and then you feel most alone. A loneliness that goes beyond that of human companionship, it's like a lone voice that shouts at eternity, no one hearing it but itself.
I think one of the most beautiful sites I've ever experienced in my life was this one instance in my room. It was raining furiously and bolts of lightning were striking so brilliantly and so violently jsut outside my window. And it was the dead of night, the power was out and the only light I had was the streaks of furious lightning rattling the skies. Though the windows were closed, I could feel the winds tearing through the outside metropolis. They swept the rain like an odd flame, dancing slowly yet with the force of nature itself. The trees moved to their melody and the bellows of the torrents were like the cries of gods. At this time, I only thought of the old myths of how people thought that the storms represented a god's fury and at this particular time, watching from a distance, I understood what that awe -that fear- was.
The darkness cowered before the brilliance of the lightning. Each bolt lit up my room like fire exploding and the crackle of the bolt was ear-splitting, a voice that can quiet any god. In that instance, I knew that I was standing there, watching the storm. It was then that I was alive, breathing, heart beating, lungs pumping, those bolts were god-sent. I don't know about you, but I am amazed by storms, the way they swirl into awesome, powerful entities. And in the same way, I guess all of us have our own storms. It's just up to us to Ride the Lightning.
Hehe, was bored.
Riding the Lightning
10:26 PM