Perhaps it’s hidden in the shroud of nightfall. Tucked behind us where we sleep. Easy to play with, but we’d never want to temper with our shadows, or do anything to risk loosing it completely. Perhaps just a circumstance of light, there is a darkness always behind us. We may resist, but we can never escape a round of shadow play.
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
A human being is only breath and shadow.
Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Never alone, we walk through the day with a constant companion by our side. We enjoy manipulation of the light in the night. But what would we do if we couldn’t find our shadow? Would you miss it, where would it go? Would you even notice that it had left at all? A shadow is a reflection of the life we live, running parallel with our souls. Without life, would a shadow need to exist?