These islands seem to represent something significant. An archetype. They are some of the highest mountains on earth – arising from 2,000 metres below the surface of the Atlantic to peaks of 2,350 metres above sea level. Poised right at the meeting point of three restless tectonic plates – the North American Plate, the Eurasian Plate and the African Plate. The islands appear unified and stable, but they anything but that, out there in the centre of the limitless ocean. I imagine the sea constantly moving around the gigantic base 2 kilmotres below the surface…
Its the falling not the being that you experience. Love isn’t a static thing. It’s a verb. It describes a connection and it’s living in relation.
Isn’t that true of all experience? Everything is relative and it’s the pull between two poles that is real, rather than the “concrete”.
Gravity is FELT, but it’s described as acceleration not as a physical thing. In fact it’s created between things – there appears to be a graviton, but only something that connects matter and matter – and in doing so allows matter to have weight and therefore being.
In fact I wonder if all things exist as flux? In which case the more movement the better? Does spirit stagnate – like static water – if it is not allowed to connect and flow between us? If that is so, then to live this life as intensely as possible we should swim to the centre of the turbulent rushing river of and enjoy the movement as we’re swept along – refreshed – to the infinite sea.