dare alla luce

There are rare moments of shooting stars and rarer moments of shot stars aligning. Even Winter gives birth [to notebooks].

It’s a mystery–

The way light shooting out of the head gets mistaken for horns. The way a thing (a troll thing) thrives, moves through the night…gets turned to stone when when the sun comes up. And where light is dark cannot be, where dark is light cannot be; but in perfect balance, right butted up next to the other figures take on breathtaking clarity. These things they taught us about oil, and stone…

The light and the dark and the unformed idea are everything.

So when you think you have horns–your darkness in the light shows horns curling out of your head–why does it matter? You’re a bull, anyhow, and [still] a bearer of light, and truth in stone.

“Watch for the way light falls on things instead of the things.” – Ahern

Watch for the way light falls on you instead of you. Despite you.

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Dare alla luce.
(literal) To give to the light.
(translated) “to give birth.”