At first everything seems to you enchanting indeed,
It's like you found that fiber that leads through the woods somewhere you can't see for now, but that doesn't matter, cause the woods is blossoming and beams of the sun are getting through bushes to fall as flares creating that endless dances and you dance catching the rhythm.
Going deeper, whirling you cling some other fibers, you don't know where leads, it's getting dark
It's dark now
You tangled, those fibers pulls all at once
You don't know where you are and you don't know what's around
From tree to tree, from leaf to leaf, you can see them only when you're close
But when you step back it's only a fog, it's only black

So, if you're wandering around for a while
And suddenly run into someone, ask that someone:
Gotta light?

5 декабря 2021 г.
22:26

"There is, it seems to us,
At best, only a limited value
In the knowledge derived from experience.
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. We are only undeceived
Of that which, deceiving, could no longer harm.
In the middle, not only in the middle of the way
But all the way, in a dark wood, in a bramble,
On the edge of a grimpen, where is no secure foothold,
And menaced by monsters, fancy lights,
Risking enchantment".

T. S. Eliot