The exponential curve haunts me. It is the shape of all that is good and bad in this world, perhaps of any world. Where ever you are on this curve, you are always stuck between two extremes: emptiness and death below you and indescribable Life above you. Here i am, transfixed between nothing and everything, and I can't help but agree with Pascal when he says, "the silence of these infinite spaces frightens me."
The strange thing is that the scal doesn't matter because none of us can see over our particular horizons. And since all we know is where we are at the present moment, each one of us is ideally at unity (if one is honest with oneself) and this is the best that we can do, with what looks like inevitable decay on one side, and an impossible climb on the other side. Thankfully, though, life never contains neither all of our worst fears or everything we could hope for, but always something in between. We are constantly confronted with these two possibilities in order to confuse us into humility, or failing that, simply to confuse us.
It is when I seek to rise alone that fall most precipitously, and it is when i recognize i am in a constant state of falling that i begin to rise.
