The World Below
Have you thought about the fact that you are only seeing half of what is there?
Walking up the road I’m aware of the feel of the ground beneath my feet, the sky above me and the horizon in the distance. The trees, the birds, the insects, the clouds.
Though I can’t see what is behind me my mind fills in that space, another horizon, a whole world of experience that I am dimly aware of, that I would expect to see if I turned around.
But below me, nothing. It’s as if there is nothing there, that my world exists only as far down as the surface of the road.
Beneath me is 260 billion cubic miles of rock, water, air, iron, molten lava.
Yet I walk along the road as if none of that exists.