Begin with a spark and draw a line –
and the potential for endless paths is born.
Cross two lines and create a surface –
and it gains the potential to mirror the entire starry sky.
Raise a line out of the surface
and let it become a room -
where paths become corridors -
and time is given a stage
to show its plays
in the theatre of the universe.
Here you are born into form.
Visit time’s dimension –
and see all events
unfold at once.
Observe the model –
and what seemed to be many is reunited,
and becomes one again.
Where are you now?
The one who looks deeply
meets a greater gaze
that sees the seeing.
Not something resembling
the physical world we call reality –
nor something
to challenge.
It belongs to another order.
We are all the mouse.
Our tales –
tunnels
that shelter us
from the owl.
And those same tales
give the owl its contours.
Sometimes darkness is mercy.
The only protection there is.
We long for the sky -
but we live in the tunnels.
And without the tale
the tunnels end,
and the owl waits.
Nameless.
But when we carry what frightens us
the night is no longer full of signs.
Then we can step outside
and see that the owl has flown away -
or that it was never perched there.
And that we placed it there.
Published February 7, 2026