On Balance

ON BALANCE

BY PILAGIA OF SIDON

In the end the balance of light and dark is a simple thing. It hangs by a thread, or on the point of a needle. It can tip either way.

Everything lies in the eye of the beholder. To someone trapped in a lightless hole, a candle is the sun. To someone lost in a desert where the sun blinds them and burns them, the night is blessed relief.

This then is the balance. This is what the wise will seek.

True power lies in that balance, in maintaining it, in holding it, like an acrobat balanced high above a ravine.

In the balance. In the corruption of that balance. In the entangling of dark and light.

And in its untangling comes chaos.