Imagine a world where all the people burn candles together to celebrate the triumph of good over evil…where they welcome the goddess Lakshmi into their homes, bringing love, prosperity, and peace. Where for one glorious night, a whole continent puts aside their differences and glows together in harmonious light.Now THAT is freakin’ awesome.
The Angel,Damiel hears the Dying Man’s thoughts: The Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake. Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. The old houses of Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. The child’s eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The color of stones. The pebbles on the stream’s bed. The white tablecloth outdoors. The dream of the house in the house. The dear one asleep in the next room. The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. The light from the room in the garden. The night flight. Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger. My father. My mother. My wife. My child.