That
old pocket watch resting in a dresser drawer in the bedroom came to mind,
again.
Wonderful
thing! That the human mind could conceive, design, refine, construct and create
such a magnificent invention. He smiled as his mind explored territory he had
contemplated many times before this excursion; a place he loved to delve into
deeply; an exercise of intellect.
Two
aspects of humankind fascinated the old man: Love! and Intelligence!
He admired smart people; ignored, as best he could, ignorance; tolerated all,
save the compulsive liar. Hypocrisy was the ultimate “lie” insult, negating
even the perpetrator’s credibility for faux-Truth.
With
profound regard to the latter affirmation, man’s unlimited ability to pursue
solutions, Truth, seemed analogous to the very infinite expanse of the
universe, itself. The only barrier, or wall, limiting human ability to
understanding any imaginable contemplation was a self-defeating construction of
parameters. Indeed, the paradigm of the fallacy: Think outside the box! An evil lie on the very face of the atrocity
against man’s infinite intelligent capacity. There ain’t no box!
Such
inclusive remedy to “failure” within the human realm, in the old man’s fertile
mental minutia readily reverted to his old stand-by when investigating the
creative imagination limitless undertakings, namely, Benoit Mandelbrot’s “star
within a star” leading to “fractal geometry”.
No
beginning, no end to the vastness of the universe. Only, an eternal continuum!
The
old man convinced himself that within his mind existed an understanding of that
miracle; such mental gymnastics offered him agility in the creative arena. An elixir
for an insult of “age”!
To
conceive of the “star” phenomena-theory required an excursion akin to acceptance
of the “black hole” concept-theory. If
everything, mass, matter, time, even, space, could be pulled into a
concentration of compacted introjection, then
that inclusion must, of necessity to existence, be expansive without limit,
thus---Infinity…all-dimensional into
the “concentrated expansion”.
He
shook his head at the outrageous image of such creative imagination; maybe he
really was “Nuts”! But, with Salvation
from such conclusion through Redemption!
That being: Love!
“Love”
knows no limits, no bounds, no “box”. It is purely infinitely expansive by its
very definition; that very emotion through independent individualism prismatic
upon the universe.
He
had surmised, through seven decades of life, that Love expands proportional to
its offer.
That
is to say, in his humble-considered estimation, that there is “no” limit in
either “intent” or “purpose” to the capacity, or pure virtue, of “Love”. The
“Innocence” of the gift: Inviolate!
Such
then, in the old man’s opinion, makes Love equal in value to the virtue of
infinity as in the universe expanse. No tethers. No filter obfuscations. No
impurity. No occlusion. Just: Pure!
Like:
Happiness! Exactly where one finds it! Gifts are for acceptance;
pleasure-treasures!
Somewhere
between the “betwixt” and the “beyond” the old man had succumbed to sleep.
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