From Point to Dimension: The Owl, the Mouse, and the Tale

egin 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.