The weight of feathers

February 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment

We are an entire culture interested solely in being interesting. It is vogue to be rogue. Fashion is hinged on being unfashionable. Creeds are supported by heresy. That which is normal is shallow; that which is different is deep. With bloated bellies we seek profundity in the uncommon, but do not seek it in our normalcy.

To be concerned with finding the profound is to be led by the bright light of irony. We are blind critters who fail to see the sun; our retinas are burned by its light for we have stared at it for too long. We are forever looking for contrast. We are forever stammering like drunkards in light, naïve to the shadows behind us, the images of ourselves, and the contrast from the light.