Sunday, April 24, 2011

No, not shining



“Rise and Shine”, who said that? Whoever did say that couldn’t seriously apply that to me. That was the Sun’s job, not mine. I have always been a creature of the night.
I find the darkness far more satisfying than the bright garish day. No, the Sun is that mean revealer, the teller of truth, that sneak that shows your pale self and all its secrets to the world.
My world is beautiful, it is mysterious, and it is full of untold stories, mysteries perhaps that are not meant to be solved. One of the worst things in life, about man that is that he is always anxious to solve mysteries. Why? Life’s mysteries are beautiful, so beautiful in fact they should be cherished, garnered, preserved and adored. What are the use of facts that when revealed show ugliness and deceit and cruelty and pain and loss and the absence of love.
Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, not money, not possessions, not winning. What do you love, you may ask? I love the night, I love the night creatures that watch me as I pass, I love the wind in the dark pine forest, I love the sound of the sea lapping at the shore in darkness not cognisant of time but everlasting, trustworthy in it’s steadfastness but angry and stormy in it’s rage. Have you stood by the shore and heard the sea’s growl on a stormy night it is as though all the beasts of hell are straining at their leashes? To me it is a comforting sound.
I do not like the Moon much either, what a spoiler of beauty is she. Vanity thy name is Moon. How much better it is to look at the night sky without the Moon’s interference. Go look at the skies on a clear night away from the city’s glare and there will be a wonderland, a cornucopia of delights. No wonder those tiny dots of light were ascribed names of gods and monsters that moved across their world, loving and fighting and hiding and transforming in a picture show of unearthly spectacle.
One day you may see me, pale faced, wandering the streets, the alleys, talking to the trees, nodding at the owls, and shushing the cats as they scrabble in the waste bins. Even if I am not there, I was once. And now you may ask where are you now? I will be in that rustle in the leaves, in the creak of a door, the sigh of the wind or even the pale twinkle of that star up there. No, not shining I leave that to others.

16 comments:

  1. I will remember this and when it is dark and I get a little nervous, I will think "It's only Old Egg rattling some leaves or rearranging the stars" :)

    This is simply lovely!

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  2. Not so, Old Egg. You DO shine, whether you like it or not. Your stories are bright and warm and they have ignited my smile more than once. So there.

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  3. I'm with you, Old Egg, although I must admit I sure do love the dawn.

    My children have never seen a starry night. Not a true one, at least. That's a goal of mine, to show them. Isn't that sad?

    This was a lovely post, Old Egg. You are one of my favorite writers.

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  4. When I worked regularly in clubs, the only shine I saw was the spotlight. Even outside, the streetlights completely obliterated the night sky...

    I'll probably bump into you in that alley, LOL. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/new-to-this-church-easter-2011/

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  5. I love mysteries and everything that draws my curiosity. So for me ur shining, OldEgg :)

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  6. What a wonderfully brooding piece..the sun can be a reproach..all the associations that go with it..happy people..happy lives..dark can be a comfort..a place to be what you're feeling..although as Lilibeth says..it's funny thinking of an OldEgg that doesn't shine..you do..even in the leaves..Jae

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  7. An interesting point of view and one I tend to agree with when the spring sun first start shining in. Then I realize I had just gotten used to the darkness.

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  8. To your question 'have you stood by the shore and heard the sea’s growl on a stormy night...? Yes, I have. An there was music playing, "you can call me... call me... call me..." the two words seemed to be echoed as the waves rolled. That was Styx shining. Not the moon, nor my memories and certainly not the man beside me that evening long ago.

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  9. Oldegg I can always count on you to give me something to think about. Although I am a creature of the day. Not much of a night person.

    Have a wonderful day.

    Lisa
    InspiredbyLisa

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  10. In some ways, I appreciate the sun, that "mean revealer," for its honesty. What night softens, obscures, obliterate....the day brings into startling focus. I like the sun's honesty!

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  11. This entire piece warmed my heart. This line particularly sturkc me as wondrous:
    "My world is beautiful, it is mysterious, and it is full of untold stories, mysteries perhaps that are not meant to be solved."

    So glad I read it! Here is my shine piece:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/25/symbolically-speaking/

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  12. Beautiful post. Makes me more conscious of the dark now.

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  13. Beautiful! Makes me want to go out walking in the night.
    Kate

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  14. Lovely; lyrical, and superbly literary. Made me remember nights in my youth, when I would trudge from Wick, to Littlehampton shore, and then along to Rustington - then back - fighting the wind and/or rain, and listening to the waves on the pebbled beach. Never did it on calm nights, there just wasn't the challenge.

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  15. "I love the sound of the sea lapping at the shore in darkness not cognisant of time but everlasting, trustworthy in it’s steadfastness but angry and stormy in it’s rage."

    an accurate but beautiful description of the sea.

    i, too, prefer the night. i really enjoyed this.

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  16. It's good to know the night has some solid support in its corner! wonderful writing, as always.

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