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Potholes And Oil Slicks

by Chrystine Julian May2003

I have learned to appreciate the diversity of life and those that live it. Once upon a time in a place far, far away I thought I knew something. I thought I had answers for any question. Often time I didn't need the question to have an answer. So long as I was right, the world was good. Since then I've learned that there are too many questions and too many answers for one mind to own. The individual nature of our questions and answers contribute to the hue that colors our world. We dwell on a world that is shifting and translucent. It is like oil film on a pothole of water. As a child I loved to go outside after our frequent summer rains. The smell and feeling were delightful. Our street had spots that accumulated water. The film from the road would float across the surface. The light would break across it like a liquid prism in shifting patterns of color. The oil and the water would never truly mix. Still the oil or water alone had no brilliant color. It was only as they came together that the beauty happened. So our lives may never truly blend, but where we meet there can be beauty.

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