How do I describe something that is nothing and everything folded into one singular microscopic infinity? It is a disturbing, (yet not altogether unpleasant), feeling---this inner anomaly that is concurrently growing and shrinking; taking wing and putting down roots; exploding and imploding; bursting forth in wondrous bloom and withering in shriveled dessication; fighting for survival and searching for a way out.

The thoughts above are remnants; somehow related to last week's consideration of thought beyond corporeal attachment. Though, (as previously stated), I believe my focus should be on my responsibilities to and within my current framework, I also believe that serious, rational consideration of unexplainable gaps and contradictions can aid in my responsibility to learning and growth, and (from there) can be applicable to this framework.

I believe that to overthink the unexplainable is dangerous, possibly leading one from a yearning for answers, to a liberal consideration of brainstormed possibilities, to a grasping conjecture, to a (at this point in this progression of thought) seemingly more reasonable leap of faith, to the bridging of the gap with a system organized in a manner that reassures others of a safe crossing, and finally to a desperate and divisive defense of one's belief, masquerading as truth. In this scenario, the leap (over the unexplainable gap), and the subsequent bureaucracy, is (mis)interpreted as solid groundwork supporting the belief.

I believe that to disregard the unexplainable is also undesirable, potentially leaving one mired in unimaginative certainties, perhaps staring longingly across the gap, afraid and unable to make a leap, thereby eliminating the perspective from the other side which can aid in filling the gap.

Those who leap and then bridge the gap with a gridwork of comfortable truth have expended effort, (sunk costs), that discourage crossing back for a more objective view.

Those who leap and then work at filling the gap, keep open the possibility of continuing to search for other gaps by, 1) once the gap is filled, crossing back or moving forward; or, 2) if unable to fill the gap, leaping back. In either case, one is not in (as much) danger of being trapped on the other side.

A sculpted, geometric, microscopic infinity simultaneously enfolding nothing and everything can only be felt in the gaps. I do not believe this anomaly, will ever, in its entirety, be found. But (again), I believe it can be felt, (if only momentarily), in the gaps. The only way into the gaps, is to expend effort filling the gaps. I have to get my hands dirty. I will never come close to this intertwined Truth of Nothing and Everything by crossing a bridge and gazing dreamily into the gap below.

A scenic outlook is exactly that.