Standing on an edge and beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. Where are you going?" I asked myself.
"The middle of nowhere."
"I thought this was it."
"Nah." I shook my head. "And said this is just the edge. I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems. At the edge of perception, weird things dance and howl. Nothing can be inside an edgeless universe. Just because yet unable to comprehend the real form of the edge, doesn't mean that this universe is infinite. There are no walls at the edge of this universe...
absence of gravity is the limit of space existence. Life is a concept, like the “universe", that expands as soon as we reach what we think is its edge. You may fall down when you dance on the edge but edge is the source of all miracles and mystery.
In any case, I hope that it will be a good thing when we understand how our minds are built, and how they support the modes of thought that we like to call emotions. Then we'll be better able to decide what we like about them, and what we don't—and bit by bit we'll rebuild ourselves. I don't think that most people will bother with this, because they like themselves just as they are. Perhaps they are not selfish enough, or imaginative, or ambitious. Myself, I don't much like how people are now. We're too shallow, slow, and ignorant. I hope that our future will lead us to ideas that we can use to improve ourselves. And I wonder the world desperate to find the edge of myself. ❤️🙏🏽
Yes, playing fetch is what you’re meant to do with our apples?!?Hmmmmm......
It’s soon to be all go in the Orchard as we we get ready to pick our Polgoon desert apples. These will be pressed and fermented to make some delicious Polgoon ciders and perhaps give some to Grandma to make some staff apple crumbles! 🙌