I wrote my last Poetry paper on the drama, The Last Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. A very poignantly written story dealing in illusion and reality. Thought provoking and stirring to say the least. The live performance made me cry. (surprising?)
One line in the piece particularly stood out as I read it. "The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow." It instantly made me think of a verse in the Bible that has a slightly different mental image, but not really. "For now we see through a glass darkly; but then face to face. Now, I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." Aren't we all victims of our own illusions? That's just one aspect of the Fall. But, even though we only see fractions of light or truth, what is revealed to us is so beautiful, we can hardly contain it within us at times... And, someday, we shall see clearly. For an eternity.
