Now you know why I haven’t been posting. Why give the statist bastiches more ammunition? OTOH, it’s a bit late to worry about that, isn’t it?
PRISM. I don’t know why they picked that program name, but it’s perfect for destroying a united state. “White light” is a blend of any and all frequencies, a united state of visible light. But put it through a prism, and every bit of it is spread out and split apart according to its particular wavelength. It is utterly divided.
Of course, nothing profound ever occurs to me without associated inanity. So naturally I remembered the “Rainbow Passage”, which I had to recite dozens of times while getting fitted for respirators.
When the sunlight strikes raindrops in the air, they act like a prism and form a rainbow. The rainbow is a division of white light into many beautiful colors. These take the shape of a long round arch, with its path high above, and its two ends apparently beyond the horizon. There is, according to legend, a boiling pot of gold at one end. People look, but no one ever finds it. When a man looks for something beyond reach, his friends say he is looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I will always wonder who the heck wrote that. A “boiling pot of gold”? That sounds more like something to avoid.