Have you ever held a prism?

Have you held it and watched it throw out different

colors of light with every new angle?

Have you turned a prism over in your hands

until you can seemingly wrap your

mind around how it works?

Until you know which angle

will produce which color of the rainbow?

Most times that's how my thoughts are.

I turn situations over and over in my

head until I understand every

possibility. Then I can come to

terms with the outcome. Unless of

corse for some reason I can't

understand the situation every light. Then it's

like I'm staring at a piece of plastic

and wondering what its secret is.

I spend my time trying to comprehend

why it was made and what use could come from it.

These situations are the ones that keep me

up at night. I know there is a reason for

what looks like a chunk of plastic. It's not

until I get up the courage to ask someone

to explain it to me, that my brain can

stop turning it over and over.

Suddenly, it takes on new dimensions, it has new

reflections and new purposes. Maybe

the compiled hypothesis aren't in fact the true

conclusion, but at least I can rest, knowing there

are possible explanations to a seemingly simple problem.