Cradled
Time and space are now granulated to infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity, each particular moment containing the entire past and future, each particular quark encircling the most distant galaxies in its aura. That which was once conceived as far in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to force our new multi-dimensional bodies into the old paradigm of mass in space that we've inhabited for aeons, we feel disoriented. For that space no longer exists. And mass is pulverized into wave-particles of bliss. Likewise, if we continue to conceive of time as linear, requiring a metaphysical leap from this time-line to a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. For the vector that moved from past to future has been ground into the grace of discontinuity. We center in a timeless flowering of possibilities, that can feel like chaos, unfolding in all directions at once - as close in time to our most ancient ancestor as to the person we t...