Paradox Me.

I went on a run just now.
It was drizzling some.
As I was turning I looked up to find a quarter of a rainbow, barely visible against the gray clouds. I marveled for a moment, and then turned my back to it so I could keep on trudging, but after a split second I realized I didn't want my back turned on a quarter of a translucent rainbow, so I turned to face it. I ended up walking backwards for some time, all the while searching for the rest of that rainbow. So I kept walking, and walking, and walking, and finally I saw it. I saw it barely just stretch out and arc and then come down on the other side, and that satisfied me, so I revolved once more and headed in the opposite direction.
Then I found that the sun, directly across from where I was just looking, was burning up the sky and everything else with it, too. It was burning the clouds and the trees and the houses and the sidewalk and it was burning me.
So I kept running, running towards the fire, as it was swallowing the whole world. But then I turned around to check on my rainbow, and saw that it was much brighter and more solid looking, and I felt that I was standing in the middle of two very different things, but they were perfectly content coexisting.