...it isn't
there.
Night sky I can
handle; night sky is at least
how it really is;
blackness and stars. But the
day sky? Fuuuuuck that.
Years ago, a
guy I knew (of the
Incredibly-smart-but-insane variety) taught me a
meditation to do that helps
reveal the
true nature of things. He
warned me not to do it to
storm clouds of any sort (good way to be
hit by lightning), and not to do
insects or
people until I was
ready to handle mass weirdness.
But he didn't warn me about
sky.
I laid on my
back and stared at a
clear blue sky for a couple
hours, thinking that what I was doing was "interesting" and "safe"; not knowing that I would
doom myself to an entire life of
heebie-jeebies any time I was out in a cloudless daytime.
The
sky flickered; blue and
pink and
purple--and
octarine, I'm sure.
Outer space is not black when the
sun is out, by the way. It's...it's kind of...
okay, well, it's pretty
terrifying. Of course, in the
beginning it was just
awe-full and
mind-blowing; amazing; but after that? Walking or driving and
looking up and
there,
right in your face, is the Great Nothing.
Nope,
screw that. I've been a
sunglasses fanatic ever since. I suppose this should be a
lesson for all of you out there who might
share my
tendency to
seek truth no matter
what it might be...But would you ever have thought it of
sky?!