In between Worlds there lies an awful lot of empty space.
Or is it?
In between a past action and a future expectation there is nothing to do.
Or is there?
In between this or that is a whole lot of something, but what is that undefined something?
What do we call space, time or matter that lies in the emptiness?
We use defining moments to mark the beginning and ending of events.
Like bookends on a shelf that hold books into place, we can see clearly where each end lies.
Book covers hold a whole story within its boundaries.
We give markers to signify when something is deemed important so we can see it clearly.
We give the book a title.
But that event doesn’t happen in an instant.
It is the cumulation of a series of actions that lead up to the pinnacle presentation.
In history we learn of events by these defining moments, this happened and then this happened and then it ended here.
We focus on the pinnacle presentation.
In writing, we use capital letters to start a sentence and a period to end it.
In between we try to transfer a thought and share ideas.
We use birth dates and death dates to mark our tombstones.
In between Our lives are lived only to become etched into a few words.
What about those moments we haven’t highlighted?
What is the space in between going to bed at night and getting up in the morning?
What is the thin air in between the branches of a tree?
How would we know the world turned unless we had sunrise and sunset?
What is that space that we do not herald as substance or give credit to as an actual thing?
If it wasn’t an actual thing, we would still label it because that is how we function.
Science would describe such an existence as a black hole or living in a vacuum.
But we do not live in a vacuum so what is this?
What happens in the in-between is the connective tissue of life.
Our down time is when our bodies rest and repair.
We don’t actually have to do anything but sleep to help our bodies do their best and necessary healing.
But we only recount dreams or if something wakes us out of our peaceful state.
We recollect our evening in a general overview only reporting if something unusual happened.
We don’t herald the common or normal routines and behavior unless it goes wrong.
It’s not news enough to say, wow my body repaired itself while I slept.
We simply say, oh, I feel better.
When things are peaceful we don’t give it credit for something taking place.
And this is far far from the truth.
We know Spring has arrived when you hear the birds sing.
They sing out the announcement, “Don’t be fooled by the rain, we are back.”
But what if all is quiet?
Does spring still arrive if you didn’t hear a bird sing?
Does that mean time has stopped?
The air is still very full of vital energy and time doesn’t stand still.
C02 exchanges with oxygen and this space serves as a workshop.
Daylight and temperature triggers a bulb deep in the ground.
Does it wait to start growing until it hears a bird sing?
Of course not.
That ridiculous thought proves that life operates in an unseen, commonly accepted manner.
Miracles and magic happen all around us.
The empty space isn’t empty and it is far from quiet.
And we move along like it’s nothing.
It’s too ordinary to pay attention unless it’s celebrated like Easter.
Beyond the focus on Capital letters, exclamation marks, bangs in the night and singing birds where do we put our attention?
The silent world is a busy place.
The empty space is the conduit for creation.
It is an express way for transferring, transmitting, docking and receiving.
The in-between is the place of the support, the substance, the ingredients, the measuring and the stirring of what comes next.
Without this there cannot be that.
Where would we be if we weren’t separated in some way by free space?
We would be touching all the time.
But then again if air, water, earth are not really vacuous voids then we really are occupying the same space.
The non-empty emptiness is connecting us at all times and everything we do is transmitted in this connective substrate of existence.
Ether isn’t just air. Dust isn’t just dirt but mist is just water.
Even Time is a construct, but it is shared by all.
It is all part of the whole that connects to the rest of the whole.
It’s difficult to know where it all starts and where it ends.
There is no beginning and there is no stopping.
Life cannot be contained.
It is all a cycle that we put markers on for the ease of understanding.
Which is just fine for how else does one describe infinity?
In between worlds there lies a whole lot of empty space.
Or is it?
Live in Awe
Digger25
Digger Barr
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