My OperaA rope, a string, a hair
Sunday, January 7, 2007 8:43:20 AM
That's life (A slice of my mind, created yestereve).
Imagine a rope 'connecting' the earth to the sun..thats pretty long..Ok. Then imagine that this rope is formed by or made of strings that intertwine or interlace. Each string is of a certain length, incredibly smaller than the rope, this length similar as compared to the volum of a drop of water in the world's oceans, but binded together to form this rope. Now, this string, is made of hairs, these hairs being the smallest single section or material unit of the rope. Each hair is as small at the space between an ant's belly and the ground, compared to the space between the ground and the highest flying bird of prey.
On this hair, clings a few human beings...poetically speaking. In fact..there are about 6 billion of them...at the moment, 'clinging' and each of them is willing to bridge the rope to reach the other side, the light of the sun which can be represented and all that keeps us alive.
So not only are we very small, we know that, but we are desperately pushing each other off this human-like dimentional and gigantic rope (our space and time) which can accomodate a lot more than a mere 6 billion of us, who have just embarked on a journey (for, apparently, in the last 24hours of the history of the planet earth, humans have only neen around for the past last minute) to cross space and time in our awareness of our existance and the perils that lie around us incessantly.
That's life...as we don't know it!
When has the knowledge of absolute truth been an overstatement?
FenixJobe
