Wednesday, October 1, 2014

And The Sky Rolls Open




If you can look at the sky, deep on a dark moonless night, you may see the layers upon layers of stars, tiny pinpricks an aeon away, and yet huger than anything we can fathom: Sun upon sun. Galaxies of worlds. Destruction. Rebirth. Expanding and spinning out into--what? more of the same?

Then turn it inside out. And imagine that is what our world looks like from the inside, from the tiny, tiny.

And then you might decide that looking at the night sky is like seeing reality for the first time. The pale blue bowl turned upside-down over our heads in the daytime is an illusion. We are not contained. At dusk, when the sky rolls open like a giant garage door, we can see that we are actually free.

What if we floated up, up, into the vastness? Too scary? Yes, I know. But what if we let our minds rise up? What if we set aside the illusions, the assumptions by which we conduct our lives and just fly around a little out there?

And then, when we come back, maybe we can fly a little here. Fly deeper into the true nature of things. Question more. And then, when we are weary and overwhelmed, return to the nice tidy smallness, the predictability of our everyday world.