Feb 28, 2009
Contradiction
It is after midnight. The wind and the rain are beating against the solid walls of this room. It is cold and stormy out there. But in here, it is warm and quiet. I sit alone on the carpet. I silently sip my tea as i write words that i can hardly see in the red glow of the electric heater; my only light. To the unsuspicious observer, i am the model of wise serenity. Strong and silent. Peaceful and understanding. The unsuspicious observer does not know that what he sees is merely the solid wall of this room against which winds and rains beat mercilessly from within. Out here it is warm and cosy in the red glow of the electric heater. But in there. In there it is a raging storm.
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If you slightly open your window, the raging storm might try to get out/in, and the warmth of the electric heater might try to do that too.
Then you might have a balance rather than a contradiction.
Although I prefer the contradiction since I’m an unsuspicious observer.
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