I scratch the surface. It laughs, and scratches back.
Something Between Us
It’s natural that we probe the universe for signs of life, but remember: the universe itself is a living thing, and the seeming nothingness we call space is as vital to our existence as that which, to our perception, we find it contains. We may classify space as nothing, or call it emptiness, but it’s the medium that holds the note and conveys the dance of light; without it, nothing physical in our human ken would be visible or solid. Even space itself is visible, just as water is visible to that which lives in its realm. But we are addicted to the habit of looking for whatever reflects light — to whatever shows to our eyes — and to ignoring all the rest. And yet, to reach one another, whether we travel across the room or across the universe, we owe the miracle of our meeting to that gentle, benevolent force.
April 27, 2021
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