WHAT WE REALLY RESEMBLE

by  shaun lawton 

                                     photo credit: NASA/IBEX/Adler Planetarium

   Take a deep breath and imagine. Expand your mind to forward it toward the bowshock just beyond the front of our heliosphere as our sun hurtles along its path in the galactic region. To what end the question is begged so that we can pretend this route is an assumption, as if our star could be fixed as a matter of course. More to the point, there could very well be a reason for the Oort cloud's presence and it may have more to do with the universal medium that keeps all our respective existences intact and relative to each other along the undulating moment, humour me here, ha ha get it. The dance of the spectrum compresses the spheres until sparks fly up in molecular chains across the dark. By the time you get to the perimeters of the Oort cloud, you're really just seeing the beginnings of the coral reefs before traveling on over the open sea toward another land that cannot be seen; at least, this is how we've been conditioned to perceive it.   

   Nevermind these thoughts for now. Think ahead past the bowshock of our solar system, and if our own local star to which we appear to be attached by electromagnetic gravitational forces beyond our comprehension is on some odyssey of motion around our galactic core, that seems to be set up to continue for quite some time when considering the scale of our galactic arms. It seems as if we're trapped in a slow motion dance and if the whole of the scale of macro interactions balances a gargantuan equation of unspeakable equilibrium maybe this only begins to reveal that portion of the human psyche we've only begun thinking we're dreaming about in our own personal quest to understand the relation between where our feet are placed upon the ground of this planet and where our heads are lain to rest at night when we go to bed after being well fed on a daily ritual basis we were all born into performing, like it or not. 

   All I'm trying to say is if you really want to get a good look at yourself and what you really are just glimpse at the core of our galaxy and imagine our infinitesimal little solar system as a fleck in the midst of that storm and realize that's your heart mind body and soul right there in the flesh incarnated staring loving living laughing dreaming sleeping waking running sunning shedding dreading getting older apparently faster every year we make a revolution around the Sun like clockwork the entire electromagnetic organism remains as the greater fleshly host comprised of the strewn out processes going from solid to liquid to gas and to plasma. Take a deep breath and let your mind's eye gaze at the stars and see them as individual cells representing one of the cells in your own body, see its as simple as that because all of the stars in the sky are the cells of all of the people on the planet Earth because it's this single planet at the center of the carousel spinning and pressing forward and onward toward the incomprehensible balancing of an equilibrium equation necessary to forge the condition of our own personal manifestation throughout the aether and into the real. 

   It's as simple as realizing that all this time we've mistaken our Earthly bipedal guises here as being the subject of ourselves when in fact our arms were the Milky Way's spirals our eyes were the scattered quasars beyond and our beating heart the mutual whirlpool at the heart of existence itself the great life giving dominant organ of the universe what can only be named inconsequentially with an irreverent gesture meaningless in the face of our newly acquired grasp. We look into the mirror of night and hold our breaths in the highest regard. We remain grateful to the impurities found in our water. We grow roots to be braided into wings. We see what we believe in our dreams.