Red Light

I believe in finding and understanding the source of things.

Why ask why? I believe the answer to all questions begins before the thought of "Why?".

And in following the above statement my view must turn to things ancient and sometimes forgotten.

I will pose the following question I had while pumping gas into the work van this Spring as I stared blankly across the street at the local Hardees.

Why are the red lights of the Hardees dinning area so appealing in the dark of morning? Are they appealing because in the recesses of me there is a memory of red light, filtered through my mothers skin; a warm glow before my eyes while bathed in warmth, muffled sound, and the rushing of mixed heart-beats permeating my unformed and void person? Are they so appealing because they remind me of my first and last safe haven? Or is that warm glow reminiscent of warm hearths and fire sides. Maybe it is a genetic memory of the light that was cast on walls of safe caves and skin houses for so many thousands of years. If one believes in natural selection, which I do, one could link the physical reaction caused from the feeling of that appealing light to the subconscious knowing that if I place myself near that light I will find not only physical warmth, but emotional, mental, and spiritual as well. If I am near that light I will live. If my camouflage is perfect I will live. If I am fast enough I will live. If I am smart enough I will live.If I continue to live I will pass these traits genetically and hopefully through teaching to my offspring.....

Red Light....