Eckhart Tolle in his book, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose, says that flowers can be looked at as the enlightenment of plants. And can also lead to enlightenment. He tells the story of the Buddha giving a “silent sermon” once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while one of the monks that was present broke out into a smile–according to legend, that smile was handed down by twenty-eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen. I get that. I have felt that deep, inner smile when working or just being in the flower garden. And I feel that as well when reading the words of Proust, his descriptions are a flowering of enlightenment. And it is this very thing that I have been struggling with as an artist for the past week. How to create this enlightenment on the page. The late David Foster Wallace is quoted in The New Yorker as saying, “Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilites for being alive and human in it.” Chekhov’s powerful little story, “The Student,” seems a perfect example of this. It begins in the desolate, darkness of the forest and ends with this student’s enlightenment–the feeling of the past touching the present in an unbroken chain, brought on by this darkness, the realization that we are connected by the darkest of moments. An epiphany that leaves him filled with an unknown, mysterious happiness. It’s not that all of our characters need to have happy endings, but something, it seems, must transcend the illusion of our dark realities. . .