In a prim British accent: “My strangest experience was modeling for a group of people in costume. They were drawing a cannibalistic scene where I was going to be cut up and eaten. Thankfully they didn’t get to that part in the drawings.”
Looking up toward the light that is coming, which is itself reflected light.
Darkness into the light, starting from the tangible fire, moving to the untouchable moon.
“Fire is a powerful friend. Every one of your ancestors figured out how to make this.” – Ohlone Village docent
All light is part of the same source, that smaller light of the flame is a connection to the larger light of the moon, which is itself a reflection of the larger light of the sun.
“Well, once there was only dark. You ask me, the light’s winning.”
“The circus is a tiny closed off arena of forgetfulness. For a space it enables us to lose ourselves, to dissolve into wonder and bliss, to be transported by mystery. We come out of it in a daze, saddened and horrified by the everyday face of the world. But the old everyday world, the world with which we imagine ourselves to be only too familiar, is the only world, and it is the world of magic, of magic inexhaustible.” – Henry Miller, from the Epilogue of the smile at the foot of the ladder