I remember him telling me to look up in the sky.
I was probably no more than 7 or 8.
It was late afternoon on Long Island in the early 1950s.
So I did.
My father then said that it never stops. It just goes on forever.
That is hard to comprehend since wherever we go there is a beginning and an end. Everywhere we go there are walls, doors, windows, entrances and exits.
Yet he said that it goes on forever.
Forever.
No end.
I don’t know if it does or if it is some massive circle or if it turns back on itself but if it does what is on the other side of the circle or fold.
That always stayed with me.
When the day gets strange with folks acting small, in one way or another, or arguing about anything, I have a tendency to remember and look up.
It puts it all in context. I think of the absurdity of the small that passes for big. The nonsense that tries to pass for non-nonsense.
Don’t get lost in the small.
Don’t get carried away with the nonsense.
Look up, smile and enjoy the unknown.
The ageless experiment.
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