Thats what this ceiling mount light reminds me of– a satellite explosion. The metallic ring above the shade reminds me of an obit of one of Saturn’s rings. I like a lighting fixture that makes me feel spaced out some of the time.
Sometimes when relaxing in my easy chair in my living room looking at the ceiling mount light, i begin to understand who i am and what i am. It’s like Eleanor Roosevelt said, “I think somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.” I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I guess the best way to deal with that is give up looking in mirrors for lent.