The man looked at himself in the mirror.
He saw the wrinkles.
He saw the white beard. He saw the grey hair, what there was of it.
The man wondered what would become of himself over time.
After all, he was born in the middle of the last century, and many, many years had gone by, and now it was 2011.
He thought about his children, how they were now grown adults, living in this new century, and how strange it might seem to them.
The man found himself listening to the music of David Crosby, on his computer.
"What's it all about?", thought the man. "How will it all end?" "What am I doing now?"
The man decided to check his eyes, the Windows to the Soul, to see if there was any spark.
As the man stared into his own eyes he suddenly saw a small purple spark...no, it was multi-colored...mostly purple...a spark!
THE spark!
It was still there.
"I see," said the man. "...Does this mean?..."
"Yes," he was heard to say.
"Yes!"
8 comments:
Yep. I can dig it. I stared in my droopy eyelids and saw one too.
Mine eyes are cloaked in a purple haze......36 hours of airports and planes.
Hi Sparky! Be a good Scout...pull out your own spark...I know you got it in ya! However, like silence is golden, in darkness we can see the light...be open to it
i see mine getting greener with sparks of gold reflecting phfrankie"s
Cool, no really it's a cool post.
Shouldn't your Pensters be Pehnstedts?
I knew you still had it
I think communication and positive energy keeps the spark of anything in life golden
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