Three lights fall on the stage where the band is playing
They cannot pass through the musicians so they leave three shadows of each player on the wall.
The view seems more honest this way than if the lights were directly overhead.
In each of us there are many. We are our selves and their negatives.
When you look at me, you see all the light my body doesn’t absorb, the light that bounces off of me back into your retinas.
Do you see me at all? Or do you see all that I am not, and is that enough to know me?
You must see that I am generous and I am a pushover.
I am reliable and I am controlling.
I see that my friend is carefree but she cannot manage time.
I know a man who is incredibly affectionate but his eyes wander.
We are all the same, points on a spectrum of opposites.
Villains and heroes engaged in an eternal dance.
Equally matched, as they fight through a mirror.
They have to be.
If our villains were stronger then we would die
If our heroes were stronger then we would become stagnant and fade away.
One creation story says that in the beginning the earth was without form and void,
And the spirit of god hovered over the waters.
Maybe we are containers of these waters reflecting this great spirit, our heroes and our villains both.
Maybe we are all one, maybe we are the image of God.