the true harvest

Ahhhhh, the rainbow, that natural phenomenon that happens when white light is refracted through water droplets...


The symbol of the Christians' God's covenant with the world, somewhere over which Dorothy is sure everything is perfect, and at the end of which is a pot of gold guarded by a leprechaun. 


The bridge between Heaven and Earth, over which beloved pets cross at the end of their lives, to wait for their humans on the other side.


The symbol of gay pride. (Wait, did I say gay? I meant Takei.)


When faced with a group of items of different colors, I will, whenever possible, arrange them in spectrum order - you know, good ol' ROY G BIV. As far back as I can remember it's always been inherently pleasing to see the colors in their natural order; it not only looks "right", it also feels right. Maybe that's because I'm Takei.

 

The true harvest of my daily life 

is somewhat as intangible and indescribable 

as the tints of morning or evening.  

It is a little star dust caught, 

a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.  

~Henry David Thoreau

p.s. Fuck you, Tennessee homophobes. Hang in there, Tennessee Takeis and supporters.


p.p.s. If you're reading this on or after Sunday, May 22, 2011, welcome to Hell on Earth.  Sorry 'bout your luck, missing the Rapture and all, but hey, at least you'll be amongst friends here, with the rest of us unworthy sinners (and 100% of the Takeis). If you've been hiding in the closet, hoping no one would know your secret, you may as well come on out now. And if you're one of the foul-mouthed homophobes (hahhaaaaa, that didn't get you a ride on the Rapture train after all, did it?!) who don't know when to "turn your filter on" (Thanks for that, Jenn!), all I can say is this: I know who you are, and what you said, and to whom. Your real day of reckoning is fast approaching. 







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