Itzy bitzy tiny…
February 10, 2010
Though the Universe is by no means bottomless and limitless, it must seem so from the sum of all human labor.
Imagine man the size of an ant making his way through a rug. Beyond that house is a park and outside that palace’s premises lie other lawns and livings.
What does the colony of ants living there know from perception, from perspective and experience? Shall it grasp the concept of a town …or a shire, having been carried off by a bird? Having seen a palette of distant lights spread out over a canvas of darkness, shall it conclude that space is much bigger than home and the road much longer than many lives’ worth of travel?
We are small in comparison to the Universe and possess the fruit of wisdom relative to our condition.
Alas! Thought itself is a prison unable to take one further than the depth, height and length of its excursions.
The palace grounds of the mind seem endless and absorb every effort of our ‘day’; thus we exhaust in our explorations and fade long before we reach the garden wall.
So big is the enclosure and so small the occupants that without any hope of escape, ‘ants’ can enjoy a sense of unlimited freedom.