Flickering Lights

I sit here with no power, yet again. Of course, I stay at one of the four houses out of power in a two mile radiusl. Go figure. We went from half-ass power, to no power. I of course, being a five year old, run and turn lights and appliances on and off listening to the drain from my AC going up and down. Maybe I helped the loss of total power for half an hour, or maybe it was a cable that burnt. Either way, I felt something.

Sitting here in the silence, scrawling on paper with the only sounds in life being the flicker of a candle, my cat licking herself, and the drone of machines attempting to what nature made man to realize, I heard something; Silence. It was beautiful.

Listening to the sounds of man made machines, attempting to fix what man harvested from nature. Man didn't make electricity, nature did. Man merely harvested the means of what nature provided us. Much like in poverish countries, a feast to them of buying a goat to slaughter is the equivilance to us buying a car in cash. It's something we don't savor like we used to. Something we don't appreciate.

Tonight I found something deeper within myself. Sure, it might have been there the entire time, but tonight it's back. My drive, my desire, my curiosity; It's all back in full swing and I'm ready to go in. That's why I cook, there is always some deeper, darker meaning behind the person who made the food, not the food itself. The food speaks for a person who cannot easily speak in poetic forms, and doesn't have the means to draw on a canvas. We have a walk-in, a dream, and an empty stomach to feed.