Where does all that light really go
When you flip a switch
And plunge a room
Into utter darkness ?
I believe I'm just a little bit surprised l
Each and every time It happens
It Boggles my mind that every single Photon
Could somehow just simply vanish
Just completely cease to exist
This seems to me to be Most Improbable
Something else Must be happening
Some deep and hidden
Some ancient part of me is afraid
That the light could just vanish like that
So completely and
Utterly disappear
As though It were never even there
It's more like being Transported instantly
To some nether region of N-Space
To some other plain of Existence
When it was explained to me that these Feelings were in fact Pathological and
I may perhaps be running a sub-routine
Achluophobia. I don't know About that
What I do know is how It makes me feel
It's Jarring and incongruous when the light just punches out...
And darkness prevails...
Impossible things Become possible even Probable
Whereas anything can come out of the Darkness. Not so the Light
All this from merely the flicking of a switch?
No I don't believe that
Sunsets are a stunning thing of beauty and the all encompassing darkness is a thing of Majestic comfort
The slow and Measured transition from Light to Darkness
Is also comforting
To gaze through the Night-Sky and drink in the Ancient-Light who's Sojourn began even Before Stromatolites Began their billion year long process of filling
The Atmosphere with Oxygen
I have Mutatiophobia
When you flip a switch
And plunge a room
Into utter darkness ?
I believe I'm just a little bit surprised l
Each and every time It happens
It Boggles my mind that every single Photon
Could somehow just simply vanish
Just completely cease to exist
This seems to me to be Most Improbable
Something else Must be happening
Some deep and hidden
Some ancient part of me is afraid
That the light could just vanish like that
So completely and
Utterly disappear
As though It were never even there
It's more like being Transported instantly
To some nether region of N-Space
To some other plain of Existence
When it was explained to me that these Feelings were in fact Pathological and
I may perhaps be running a sub-routine
Achluophobia. I don't know About that
What I do know is how It makes me feel
It's Jarring and incongruous when the light just punches out...
And darkness prevails...
Impossible things Become possible even Probable
Whereas anything can come out of the Darkness. Not so the Light
All this from merely the flicking of a switch?
No I don't believe that
Sunsets are a stunning thing of beauty and the all encompassing darkness is a thing of Majestic comfort
The slow and Measured transition from Light to Darkness
Is also comforting
To gaze through the Night-Sky and drink in the Ancient-Light who's Sojourn began even Before Stromatolites Began their billion year long process of filling
The Atmosphere with Oxygen
I have Mutatiophobia
Closest usable "Latin" Transliteration of "Switch" is "Change" AKA Mutatio
So the impact of the final word in this poetic rendering Leaves something to be desired. But you get the general idea
stro·mat·o·lite
/strōˈmadəˌlīt/
noun
plural noun: stromatolites
a calcareous mound built up of layers of lime-secreting cyanobacteria and trapped sediment, found in Precambrian rocks as the earliest known fossils, and still being formed in lagoons in Australasia.
So the impact of the final word in this poetic rendering Leaves something to be desired. But you get the general idea
stro·mat·o·lite
/strōˈmadəˌlīt/
noun
plural noun: stromatolites
a calcareous mound built up of layers of lime-secreting cyanobacteria and trapped sediment, found in Precambrian rocks as the earliest known fossils, and still being formed in lagoons in Australasia.
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