CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #439
I had a recurring dream as a child that left an indelible mark on me. Unlike my other dreams, this one had no recognizable images, no mommies or daddies, no friends, relatives, teachers, scary monsters or scrappy Yankee shortstop Tony Kubek. This dream was simply a field of darkness and light fighting to dominate my mental screen. That was it. For what seemed like long periods of time, I would bear silent witness to a cosmic struggle between malicious, inky blackness and radiant, life-affirming light. I would, of course, be pulling for the light to win. But it never did. No matter how much I willed it, light could never maintain the field of view. Darkness would always come crawling back, invading the space and ultimately taking over. It was both exhausting and upsetting. Thankfully, at some point during early adolescence, the dream stopped, never to return. Looking back, I see it as no more than an immature mind's attempt to reconcile good and evil. I understand now that the world is not nearly that simple. Those two opposing forces do not actually exist. They are evaluations. Opinions. And yet, my mind continually tries to manifest them as being real. I catch myself doing it whenever I toggle back and forth between MSNBC and Fox News playing out their cable TV version of my childhood dream. The only difference is that I'm an adult now. I understand that Roger Ailes thinks he's on the side of the light.