Childlike trust

My family lives on an island off the coast of a small New England city. When you’re driving from town back onto the island at sunset, the setting sun shines on the windows of the houses facing west. From a distance these windows, called “fire windows,” make it look as if there are blazing fires inside the houses—minus the smoke. It’s kind of pretty in a magical way, and because none of the locals are fooled by the appearance, we enjoy the views without fearing for anyone’s safety.

There are lots of illusions that help us understand the nature of mortal sense and its trickery. I like recognizing illusions for that reason. However, I also find myself frustrated over problems that seem like realities, and wonder why I can’t claim the same illusive nature about them. Why are they harder to disbelieve? Why can it be so difficult to accept the unreality of what the mortal senses are displaying, and move on? 

August 26, 2013
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