Sphere & Space

Sphere and space don't always behave the way that physics ascribe to them. And neither do we, floundering and marching within them.

Sometimes, I think of the world as a wide open space with no limits and frontiers.

Sometimes I don't think at all. This is when time and space absorb me entirely, when my low-angle perspective shrinks the universe around me to the size of a pebble, and I lose touch with reality and myself.

Sometimes I think of it as room where you can't open the window. Every day you wake up and the room is smaller. You don't notice at first. It happens sluggishly, in inches.

And then, one morning you open your eyes and the room is so small you can't move. You can't take a breath. Any gesture could be fatal.

The truth is, we could see it coming. We just didn't have a thorough look. Repression, stress, weariness and tedium cling to us like a leech. And we bleed élan, foresight and discernment. We blank out the colours and everything behind us, everything beside us. Wearing blinkers we focus on the snow-white light behind the window that could be anything, the end of a phase, a dream, an illusion, the truth or the future. But the window can't be opened, and so we turn around and realise that there is a whole world out there, not just one tiny fraction of a horizon limited by the edges of a window-frame.

We all know that it is the change of perspective that broadens the horizon. People, their views, their stories, a journey, a look from above, a kick in the backside, a kind word, someone's worries or a scolding. And time and time again, when the gray and tiny pebble sits heavily on my comprehension of self and reality, I promise myself that I won't forget that the world is a big place after all, and that I can stay where I am or stray if I feel like it. And that I will always recall that I have two legs to move if I want to, a head to turn if I have to, a brain to spin if I must and a heart to freeze or ignite if I need to.

The world is a big place after all, isn't it?