Do you ever feel like you’re afloat in a weightless room?
Today I was suspended in a room with no momentum to reach the sides. I’ll admit, my first thought on arrival was fascination. I wasn’t really concerned how I got there or why, but was rather captivated by my environment. The room was completely empty, save the sock, gently drifting in front of me. I can only assume it came from some subconscious struggle, because I had a shoe and a sock missing. The shoe was nowhere to be found, but the sock was suspended just beyond arms reach directly in front of me.
Have you ever stared blankly at something without know how long or even why you stare? My concern should have been rising, but I instead remained entranced by the weave of the thread that bound the stocking. The craftsmanship was astounding. Sure, it was most likely woven by a machine, but what about the first one? What about the design? A man designed the first sock and came up with the method of elasticity by which it stays tightly on the foot and leg.
My mind finally caught up and then wondered the obvious, how did it get from my foot to there? Now, you may think, “He’s floating in a room and is concerned with a sock?” But isn’t this how we always operate?
There is a strange fascination within mankind. We treat everything in reverse and we do not consider the grandness of our universe. Sure, some men consider black holes and atoms, but the arrival at those is done by first noticing the sock floating in front of us and slowing making up everything we can to explain how the said sock, and we, got here. To say the least, we’re not very good at working backward either.
So here I was, floating in a weightless room. I am waiting for something to happen and I have no control over when and how it happens. I am at the complete mercy of God. It concerns me because I could become comfortable in this room. I could become used to it. I could become bitter. There are thousands of alternatives to resting in the contemplation and mediation of the master. Yet none of those will provide any thrust that would free me.
It would look rather silly, wouldn’t it? Flailing my arms about in constant but futile pursuits? Well, there’s another thing humans are good at. But that’s another post all together.