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When You Lean

 


 


 
What does lie beyond the Universe? Can anyone actually picture a one sided boundary? Such questions arise in a mind conditioned to think of everything in terms of containment within perceptible boundaries. There is a within and a without. You think in terms of walls and so standing outside and looking up, it is impossible to comprehend that you are looking into infinity itself: ideas never ending, forever, ends of time, etc.. If infinity is imagined as space and time expanding, it must be filling up something which is yet another kind of void for which the word 'void' may well be inappropriate. In any case, for the pragmatic mind, this is not an issue. You do not know, what it is, that you do not know. Since logic comes to a standstill in the face of the infinite, you realise that you have no words for substances outside the immediate atmosphere in which you breath, living as you do assuming that something will hold you up when you have to lean. That is one reason why you cannot fathom science fiction; in those Asimov space travel units, there is not the mention of a single person whose responsibility it would be to ensure that there were enough oxygen to last the necessary millenia for all those unending voyages (travelling near the speed of light) involved in the eventual conquest of space. The Kew Gardens is an entirely natural phenomenon, only possible in London. Is this not marvellous enough a thought for the intellect?

A flower like a daisy tries to sprout towards a geometric ideal. The perfection however is in the approximation of the petal trajectories. Its motivation is obviously to please. It has a bright yellow centre made up of tiny bright yellow pods. Insects are only too pleased to show their appreciation, spending hours just hovering around. It obviously follows a greater creative method than what AutoCad can achieve; a mathematical facsimile of the real thing. However in being attracted to arrangements and patterns, perhaps you too are just following your own kind of species instinct.
 

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