By Brooke Bombien
I had a dream, standing in an ambiguous place where I saw for the first time, the true spirit of humanity-
War brings peace just as hate brings love.
I pondered this while I fell asleep, entering a realm of the unknown.
I awoke in a room the shape of a sphere, the walls all white expect a curve of glass from which I entered. I assumed the place to be of my sub-consciousness, as the glass showed nothing beyond it but dark space. As I gathered my surroundings, I heard a favorite song of mine, by Eric Whitacre- "Lux Aurumque (Light and Gold)". As my eyes adjusted to the harsh florescent lighting, I made out a young boy siting on an old three-legged stool- playing the violin. I waited until the song was over, and then softly spoke, “That was beautiful, 'Lux Aurumque' is a favorite of mine.” I waited for a response. As a couple minutes passed I spoke again, louder this time: “That sounded great! You are a great musician!” Again I heard no response. I walked up to the young lad, wondering if he could hear me, as this is only a dream. As I walked closer, the boy got off his stool and exchanged his sheet music on a stand for another piece. As he was doing this, he caught sight of me; he stumbled back and mouthed a silent exclaim of surprise. I opened my mouth to speak- he cut me off with hand signs, purposeful and frantic. I stood confused until I finally realized what he was doing, sign language. Sadly, I do not know sign language, as the boy eventually understood from the confused and helpless look on my face, he wrote on the back on the music with a pencil he found- it said “Who and how.” I wrote “A friend and I don’t know.” He looked at me, confused, and then proceeded to turn to his music and continue playing. I walked and to another room, which just appeared in the light. Another young boy stood in the room, finger painting on a canvas with ease. I looked to see what he created, it was an abstract masterpiece, with bold colors softened by light solids. He heard me walk across the hard tile floor, looking shocked. I jumped back with surprise myself, as the boy’s eyes were a dull, muddy white- he was blind. I asked how he was able to paint such beautiful work when he cannot see. He replied, “I paint with my soul, I have enough pride in myself to put what I have in my mind onto paper, even if I cannot see it.” I asked what pride has to do with it. He replied, “If you trust yourself and humanity, you can do anything- even the blind can paint masterpieces and the deaf can play heart-wrenching music.” I woke up to the sound of a song, a favorite of mine, and saw on my computer a painting as beautiful as the universe.