Monrovia has now electric grid. With the few exceptions of generator driven lights, the streets are completely dark. There is a fear associated with darkness. We must strictly adhere to our curfew for safety reasons.
In darkness a small light is highly visible.
Tonight I climbed on a stack of wooden crates and sat by the water. The sky was partially cloudy but every so often the clouds would blow over and leave a patch of nude sky exposing a few scattered stars. They looked like small pebbles in a murky brook.
Stars are formed when matter in clouds comes together due to the ionic influence of neighboring stars. As the matter increases the cloud becomes increasingly dense until it finally collapses, which generates heat and gas. When a certain temperature is reached, the particles of matter begin to glow. A star is born.
Stars are fueled by hydrogen gas. When this gas is depleted the star life will end. Larger stars end their lives with a giant supernova explosion, in which the will omit a tremendous amount of light.
As I gazed at the lonely stars I thought about the distance which separated us. Millions of miles. But I could still see there light. You could probably see it too. I couldn’t see it during the day. Only the darkness displayed their radiance. And though it was dim light it’s surroundings made it highly visible.
I’d like to live my life like that.
Burn Out Bright by Switchfoot
Does it have to start with a broken heart
Broken dreams and bleeding parts
We were young and world was clear
Young ambition disappears
I swore it would never come to this
The average, the obvious I'm still discontented down here I'm so discontented
If we only got one try
If we've only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
So a spark ignites
In time and space
To make it through this human race
You fight and crawl your way back home
But you're running the wrong way
The future is a question mark
With kerosene electric sparks
There's still fire in you yet
Yeah there's still fire in you
If we only got one try
If we've only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
I can't clean up the mess I've made
I can't clean up the mess I've made
Can't sleep in the bed I've made
Can't sleep in the bed I've made
If we only got one try
If we've only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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