The Sky is Not A Ceiling
Blue Frag
2007 . digital photgraph
Ciel / Cielo
The sky is not a ceiling.
In a spiritual context yesterday, with reference to an ancient religion, I heard these words spoken. The phrase was uttered in the form of advice.
And if you think not, then I suppose the issue of infinity presents a concept of vastness perhaps far too enormous to perceive / envisage.
These days, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that every evening, each star within my scope of vision, whether it be with my naked eye, via my binoculars or in the sites of my telescope, was shining forth that particular gleam about 187 billion years ago. Although it seems as if the twinkle is occurring in the present, the existing view is only the present for me; the star itself actually emitted that original cosmic sparkle, long before I was born. Stars that are shining today (this evening) will never be seen by me.
Isn’t it amazing, all these little fragments in the universe? Pieces of time, glimmers of stars, drops of water, bits of atoms, grains of dirt; moving around with endless and perhaps mysteriously or unsynchronized schedules and patterns. Beginning and ending or perhaps only changing shape with little regard for other fragmented schedules and patterns. And what intrigues me most, is that my own fragmented-ness is all a part of it, as well.
Pieces and parts; sometimes they coincide and other times, they miss one another altogether.
Timing, as they say, is everything.
That is, if time can be trusted.
If time is reliable.