A fine line appears in the sky- the one that seperates the dark rain-impregnated clouds with the brilliant glow of the sun rays...moments before it will finally fade. The distinction is unmistakable. But to me it seems to bring that which it seperates, together, in a confusion of contradictions, of binaries, of opposites that do not really stand for two poles, that somewhere, somehow, merge...intermingle, become indistinguishable. They turn out to be a set of opposites or shall I say contradictions, that never stand in isloation, that evade fruitition without the other.

The identities, thus, become confusedly entangled, intertwined in a cosmos of mess. And every second life pulsates, throbs in this limitation of comprehension...this paucity of words to express that we call...Contradictions.

The sun leaves a trail of pink and the sky, the clouds, smitten by this eternal performance...put up yet another. Moments before it rains I see the sea,the mountains, the frozen oceans, the remains of a lost country beyond the horizon. And I'm desperate...desperate to hold on to this, to understand...despite everything...its meaning, before I Lose it Again...Again till another Day...