I would always enter nervously, like stepping into a different worlda solid door and a heavy curtain guarded entry. An unearthly glow dimly lit this universe and an acrid smell assaulted your senses upon entry. But with time it became a place to hang out and watch the magic happen. From throughout the room in marked contrast to the prevailing orange glow, strange light displays emitted from unusual apparati accompanied the sounds of insistent ticking and occasional beeps. Important papers would be removed from confidential folders for inspection, shining pale white despite the darkness. Blank canvases. But with a wave or a particle, with a touch of precision, technology and intuition, though no change be apparent, the plain white paper would be imbued with a thousand words. A trickling sound of water and Id place my paper in tray of liquid and wait and wonder. And I never lost the awe as the image would slowly emerge and my blank piece of paper became a window to all the places Id visited. I never understood on a molecular level how the silver crystal reacted to tell my story; I think I preferred to think it magic. Mark # *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************
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