There is a microscopic spider which exists only on the human forehead.
It is safe to say, that her perception of reality is limited to the domain that she evolved within.
This microscopic spider believes that one single habitable landscape exists in the entire Universe.
She would not be able to survive the harsh conditions of say, the nose.
Never will the arachnid be able to comprehend the tangibility of an earlobe because it is so radically beyond the limits of reality.
Spider loves forehead.
This profundity of our short-sight is a global trait amongst all organic life. Where are we right now? We are on no nose, we have not sought nose. Even in our domain, we are unaware of the remaining 9/10ths or so of other life forms on Planet Earth that remain undiscovered. We are unable to even conceptualize them. Just as we are incapable of sensing the other 99.9% of what is occurring around us right now. Like those radiowaves running through walls and cars and us. And that construct of duration that pulls us ever forward, and never back. That string theory under your foot. Those 7 other dimensions beyond your mirror. We can grasp only theories at this point. But what about the constructs and realities and facts which extend beyond what our brains can compute? How do all the other senses work? What do you experience? How narrow, the parameters of sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste.
What we know is that our IQ (as meaningless a construct and measurement that it is, on a micro-hypothetical level) tells the human race that we are about 10 times smarter than many other mammals. Possibly dumber than a few. And that we are about 130 quotient points smarter than we were 3 million years ago. Evolution literally crawls along at the pace of 1 millimeter every eon when you combine the changes running through each and every living creature in this godforsaken Kingdom. She is a doe-eyed heffer in no rush. Yet, she has done her job, as we have done ours to some certain oxymoronic level of flawed perfection.
But we are growing smarter, three points every decade now to be specific. And do you know what you would have if you added together the IQ points of the entire race?
You would get somewhere in the neighbourhood of a tenth of the amount of cells in a single droplet of water. And my point is not to discredit our ingenuity or neuropsychological structure. I am writing this right now, able to extricate conscious thought and the thing allowing me to do it, from one another. I can look at my brain, through words, using my brain! No other animal can do this neat trick. We are fairly marvelous creatures of sentient and whimsical capabilities. But we have devastating limitations.
We are turned into cross-eyed babblemouthed freaks by our own egos. Every single one of us feels like the main character in the most beautifully crushing drama in the history of time. Just as a wave would feel its dutiful mission to cross the Oceans on its own, to crash in fleeting symbolism on a beach in Puerto Vallarta amongst soft North Americans in handsomely grotesque bathing costumes. We do not truly grasp that we are mere undulations of something much larger. We don’t identify with the Connectivity of Species. A wave has about as much awareness of the lunar and solar energies that create it as it does that there are more waves behind it and in front of it, part of it for infinity. Nor can we grasp at our own connections with each other and mechanical forces. We just steer fingers and legs and mouths along, never really confronting who is driving. That we are a movement of Ocean.
And where does the wave go? The water stays, we know that. But what about that wave as a tangible phenomenon? Does it leave its watermark before retreat, percolating effervescently on thirsty sand? Erased without due grace or penance. Is it the same for humans? Is there not even dark nor light nor remembrance nor sound nor any single fucking thing at all after we die? Can you even conceptualize nothingness? Or do we change? Do our cells grow to become forehead dwelling arachnids?
Or do we become something larger? The Universe is our second major limitation. Because we believe it is All and we believe it is True. But the most insight I can share with you is that the Universe is as infinitely small as it is large. It extends to infinity in both directions. And usually I am about as prolific as a hovercraft, but there is no such thing as the Smallest or the Largest.
The atom is the smallest thing known to mankind? Ha. I choose not to believe this, logic is empowering. What about the nucleus or proton or neutron of an atom? If I admit that the atom is the smallest element in the Universe then I am admitting to being a lowly object of existence. I prefer to imagine that I lie somewhere in the middle and my parameters of Existence and All expound outwards in both directions. What I am beginning to grasp about the Universe extending in every direction is that I am like a fleck of paint on a wall. All that I can conceptualize is within my realm of colour. All I am truly aware of is on my plane.
But what I am trying to understand is that I am in the middle of the Central Nervous System of organic life. There are infinite layers of paint over me and below me as well. And they are coloured and sized in concepts that we have not yet understood or seen. They use different logic. They exist within different parameters of different Universes. They may have spiders in love with their foreheads. They may not. Our entire Universe may be the heart of that spider. It may not.
And this brings me onto the case of Love. Feelings and Events that are unbound by time and space. They are phenomena that literally collapse our constructs, our logic, our perception of reality.
Love is the feeling that binds the human race together, it is the word that describes the Miracle of when two bodies feel entirely united. It is when conscious thought and the parameters and ends of your body literally crumble away and you extend and melt into somebody.
I have only experienced this once before. Which is all that it can ever be, it is all that it needs to be. It is perfect. It is shattering. True Love, from the inaugural miraculous experience, lasts beyond what we know of life. It defines the Universe as indefinable.
