life IS stroboscopic.

That occurs to me more and more: we are all standing in the rain.

Life is dark and cold and miserable and filled with just enough pulses of light to keep it worth sticking around for.

For those pulses of light are glimpses of things so beautiful—so powerful and so potent—that even their afterimage can dispel the dark.

Like 1.6 million volts of Concentrated Eternity.

Any more exposure, and we'd fry like bugs on ultraviolet.

wes.