Most attribute the domain of night to evil because they can’t see. People fear the shadows of the night because shadows represent the unknown, and the unknown is frightening. They assume evil lurks behind every shadow, in every corner not illuminated. But their fear of the unknown is often what really terrifies them. They find comfort seeing in the daylight for that reason, but the irony is they are often more blinded by their comfort than by the shadow of night. It’s a pity. If they could overcome their fear of the unknown they might realize that the unknown is not evil, it is simply an opportunity waiting to be explored. The night is no more a domain of evil than the daylight, both were created good, both have evil lurking in them. When you can overcome your fear, the night becomes a domain of beauty interlaced with danger, and that is exciting!
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Meet Hy Snell, who has been painting for seven decades. At 94 he possesses only 5% of his eyesight, but he keeps working, still trying to paint the best work he has ever done. It is his hope that the unusual perspective given him by his fading eyesight will help him create art that is truly groundbreaking and different. The joy he feels to be doing what he loves is contagious. He frequently cracks jokes and breaks into song in a voice strong for his years. What an inspiration!
This video is from a series of four mini-documentary films made by the creative collective Variable, based in New York City, for Pfizer’s campaign “Get Old”. The goal is to encourage positive views on aging by bringing out inspiring stories of older people who defy expectations. Modern society is often obsessed with youth and celebrity, denying the benefits of a life well-lived. What a wonderful reality check!
I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard – and in order to forget.