Sitting
alone in a dark room, I concentrate on a single tongue of flame from a
candle. It is a soothing presence. There is something primal about
it. I notice the further from the flame a particular spot is, the less it
is illuminated. Nevertheless, the fire is seen from every part of the
room. It is omnipresent. How is it that this one point of light is
able to overwhelm the darkness? One would think that sheer the volume of
the night would engulf and consume the light. Yet, the light pierces through
the darkness. It is no contest. The light is stronger than night.
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Munich and Romania
This is the first of a multi-part series based on my observations from a recent Eastern European trip my wife and I took. In each I will sh...
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