The muse doesn’t seem to visiting today, so enjoy this blast from the past while I try to jumpstart the creative process for the rest of the week.
Two quotes motivated this piece. One, from author Robert Fulghum and another by a Raleigh photographer. The first, from Fulghum, came about when he asked noted peace activist Alexander Papaderos about the meaning of life. Papaderos answered,
” “When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day, on the road, I found the broken pieces of a mirror. A German motorcycle had been wrecked in that place. I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one. And by scratching it on a stone I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine–in deep holes and crevices and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find. I kept the little mirror, and as I went about my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child’s game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of the light. But light –truth, understanding, knowledge–is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it. I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world–into the black places in the hearts of men–and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life.”
The second comes from a blog entry by photographer Amaris Harris, who said
“…, the light reminded me that good things happen in spite of overwhelming circumstances”