Un Ends

A square is not a cube, but a circle is a sphere in any dimension.

Everything circles back. Time is relative only for the non-accelerating observer and we are all moving toward something. An objective; an ideology. A dream. A death.

Death is merely finality; the end of a singularity. Every singularity begins and ends. Simultaneous. Final. The beginning and end of a drink or a meal. The alpha or omega of a moment. A friendship. A life. A lie.

It cycles.

Cycle begets cycle; the spheres go on, unending. Orbits and obituaries. Everything a part of everything. Spiral galaxies — merely molecules. Molecules merely air. We breathe it in.

Much, or exactly, the same way as cro-magnon or Julius Caesar or Jesus Christ. We manifest and we circumnavigate and we dream until we don’t.

POP.

The universe is a champagne bottle. Effervescent points of singularity popping simultaneously, occluding meaning and motive — and derivations. Integral. Everything, every thing, is derivative and integral to everything else. Perfect spheres. Imitations of an original. We perceive it to be unique.

But perception is spherical — it lends itself to unending interpretation. Any perceived moment is a perfectly beautiful sphere. Simple in its beauty. Complex in its ripple. Perception, and its sister, Reality, merely stones thrown by The Beatitude.

Moments ripple. Each moment is a singularity upon which it makes itself known.

It is supremely loud and incredibly silent. Everything (and every thing) manifesting itself within everything (and every thing). Just like a mother’s cry, reality is found within the echoes in the silence in between.

It is conceived and it conceives. It conceives us and we conceive it. We hold it only for as long as it permits us or we let it die.

Much like stealing a kiss beneath a black sky beside a calm river. Much like betraying a “one and only” in the same breath as a lie.

We think we’ve taken a 90 degree turn; a right angle.

But we’re simply at a point, even and especially when we fail to make one.

A point is a sphere.

A sphere is a circle.

And a circle is a sphere in any dimension.