Once in a while the world becomes very bright, like someone
turned on the light, and the beauty around me becomes almost palpable.
In those moments I have a sense of oneness that is
ineffable.
It is almost as if I can sense the atoms dancing between us.
Scientists, priests, witch doctors, gardeners, mothers,
fathers, small children – we are all trying to talk about the same thing. The stories are all different, but it is
like the blind men and the elephant.
We want names! Human
beings find power in names! Give me a
name to call you, a name for my disease, a name for your culture, a name! A name!
A Name! As if by knowing that
name I am better able to pray to you, or cajole you, or manipulate you in some
small way that makes me feel less helpless.
A name points to understanding, but each little bit of
understanding is so miniscule compared to the reality.
Can an atom even conceive of a leaf, or a drop of dew
resting upon a leaf? Does it have any
concept of roots or how they reach deep into the earth for security and
sustenance? Does it ever really grasp
that it is part of this thing called a tree by some and that this tree is part
of something larger?
My mind reels.
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