Perception contemplates

Man can have the light that supports the suns, when the undying flame inside him, he rediscovers. 

But when he seeks and cannot find, fights but cannot win, dashes forth yet cannot meet his goal, and the suffering of all such contoured living becomes a torture. Filled with sorrows, bitterness and passions, each, their dramatic motif, that from sight hides. 

It can be welcoming, to read a fellow, who does not cheat by pouring draughts of prattle in the ears. But rather helps perception shake oppressions’ weight from the throbbing nape. New perception may lend, its simple exultation. Thoughts streaming into ken, for inspiration, while physical calmness, to receive, expands. 

It can be beneficial to start in the reflections of another mind and allow growth to self to come. Ideas and perceptions can stand alone, each as king or queen, independent. But related by extraordinary accord, they quicken the blood and attune, raising the light of action and response. 

Perception contemplates answers to nature’s unwelcoming blows and prevents the blind, mechanical reply, knee-jerks that spiral into crude impulsive collisions and heedless anarchy that settles cold in darkened corners. 

Too engrossed in momentary impression, precarious jumps are made, as if by gusts taken. Wrestled down by feelings and compulsions of unthinking life. Meaningless pangs suffered, that bring poor and sad results of darkening grey unease to living.