People as prism

It rains in the forecast. Another day with poor sunlight translates into a less colorful day.

We are practically prisms that soak up light. Sunlight to moonlight (if it’s too dark out, just show them your teeth).

Sparks of divinity and specters of humanity.

All conjoined in bi-pedalists, heralders and destroyers of the truth.

Ambassadors of good and not ill will.

All the while, neglecting to display our true colors.

Think Lighthouses, think Rainbow.

The romantic self is still there waiting to show itself. (Champagne and soft rock please).

We have been too busy, making a living and causing trouble along the way.

We control the external at the expense of the interior.

I am not advocating a monkish and sabbatical existence.

I merely want to point out a positive side . We’re all gifted. some realize it sooner than others. But We are not numbers on the Fed’s quarterly reports (CPI).

Society pushes for low-inflation and high-tech.

But that’s for the economists to worry about. We’re to interact with what’s out there, while preserving what’s in here. Traditions are always challenged by innovations . The Past withered away at the wheels of modernity.

More weaponry, more deception (AI generated calls). The “world” gets smarter. Even the bombs get smarter, while our schooling gets dumber. In Florda and Texas, they reshuffle curriculum priorities, shoving Sociology and Diversity down the tank.

No rote learning. No conformity or safety in numbers. Do expect higher returns on social and emotional investment. Because we’re all the poorer when not all turn out and pitch in.

People as prism. Reflect light and display a full color spectrum.

It’s beautiful because together and become light, we can see better.

In film production, every time we move the shot, the lighting has to be re-set: key, soft and back light.

And when it’s near-perfect, the subject or stand-in gets “white-balanced” to optimize the image.

Beautiful because of the shadows. You, me. We all are, given a chance. When it’s our turn, when we hear “Action”, don’t hesitate, wart and all.

Chin up (think K Hepburn) and eyes wide open (think A. Hepburn). I am afraid sunglasses are called for (after staying up all night like the opening scene in Breakfast at Tiffany). You are great, divine, beautiful all in your own way and on your own.

The color spectrum is out there, because there’s always been light, albeit hidden.

People as throughput of heavenly light that shines. Not liars or predators and twisters of Truth. When you stay in the light and be the light (in smaller case), truth will emerge.

I love it when my Dad asked me to show some light (flashlight) on a problem he was trying to repair. Even a lighting assistant gets a kick out of solving a mystery, much less being the light itself.

It is you, with both shade and shadow no one else possess, that the world on such a gloomy day is most in need of.