A Note in

brief. There’s a thing, horizon-wise, that sits unfamiliar on my tongue, and believe me I can taste the sunset/rise. Without the horizon beckoning us, what would drive us to move and act and be and search and ponder and quietly contemplate and sip of the nectar of corporal reality and pass the day in wonderment?

I guess I’m thinking now that the horizon is not a point. It is not a piece of metaphysical punctuation, but rather the area where possibility opens up. The area. Length times width. The Horizon is composed of the earth, a line (albeit sometimes a blurry one) and the sky. The earth has a range. If you were another planet and staring, the line would be between the boundaries of Earth and space—same concept, different viewpoint? At any rate, it represents the space bounded by the finite on one side and the infinite on the other. Perhaps it could be said it’s the infinite number of finite possibilities that we can reach. Another way to put it would be to say that the earth is real in it’s finite boundaries and the sky/space would be imaginary in it’s infinite state, so the horizon, that line, would be the possibility of a finite number of infinite realities.

So we wonder about possibility. “Into the Mystic!” Van Morrison you have a way of showing right up on time. And we find that those who are interested in the horizon are those who are seekers, failed-seekers some of them (thank you, Dr. T), but seekers nonetheless. I love questioners. Those people who are never satisfied with facts. You find out facts in search of something else. In business you find out the numbers so you can watch trends and come to a more complete understanding of what your business experiences on a daily basis in order to help supplement and develop in the most appropriate ways. In science you study the wing patterns of butterflies to discover compartment specific gene effects. In math you play with numbers to give humanity some way to understand how there are some things you can predict and figure out by knowing first principles. At any rate, these are all folks seeking to help humanity, in one way or another.

But there is a kind of corollary here, in that if you are not actually seeking what you want, you will eventually fall into that failed-seeker category mentioned above. I want to do this, but I’m doing this. Why am I doing this? I so want to be there. But I am here. Complacency, comfort, and regulatory patterns kick in after a while and we learn how to live by repeatedly doing what we are.

If touching the horizon were a betting man’s game, the odds would be 1:∞, from total possibility to infinite possibility. And yet there is possibility, so the question is: how do we activate this possibility to experience infinity?

(I just realized that you can't see my little infinity symbol in the ratio above...sorry, I couldn't find a way to fix it :-(

Go looking for the horizon, I guess. It’s bound to be somewhere isn’t it? Maybe you won’t even know you were there until you have a moment to sit under a tree and look back at the way you came. But you were there, weren’t you? If only briefly…