gravity control.

so, imagine your on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean. you can stand upon its planks confidently with balance despite the gentle lapping of weightlessly small waves. the water is a deep royal blue that sinks into a black vast depth beneath you, as if you were floating over a gigantic pupil.all around you is the horizon bending in a wide arc and as you turn completely in a circle you can even see how the curvature completes itself in the most perfect of planetary circles - and you, standing there in your boat are the highest point within that single degree of the finite degrees our world is shaped of. you've never felt so high in your life and yet your altitude couldn't go much lower. you're not worried about anything because you don't need anything more than what you already have. the sun is masked behind a filmy fleet of gray clouds and a cooling breeze relaxes you, but a distant tempest announces its coming and you've nothing to do - no preparations nor means of protection - nothing to do but watch the sky darken, shade by shade, as the squall inches closer. the first drizzle seems innocent enough, as a light tropical mist, but become moderate in a second's flash. the storm does not rock your boat any more than before. as the storm becomes more intense the infinite plane of water around you becomes increasingly more pacified. the raindrops now fall as thick as rich theater curtains and the light is lost behind it. you look out upon the water and behold a billion rain drops meeting the sea's surface per second. an infinite field of colliding ripples. wave interference on a cosmic scale, creating designs so intricate so brief, so remarkably transitory in nature, that the fractals cross beyond beyond the fringe of order the chaos math is incomprehensible and yet the surface of this plane is in appearance from just a ways away as being smooth with stillness sheets of rain roll across it like smoke on a mirror...

people are as those rain drops falling on the water, so infinitesimally small, contributing such delicate ripples, passing among an ocean of countless others. we get so wrapped up in thinking we're individual rain drops, separate from each other as we fall, perhaps even forgetting that we're all just vessels of water. only when we cross from sky to pool, at life's end, we meet the vast sea and we cease to be drips. we instantly know, as if remembering, that we are the entire ocean and this colossal reservoir of seamless energy is our first home. avoid the interference of competing ripples, they are lost among one another, and while swells can grow to be massive waves and cause a mighty splash, the ocean does not hold on to the memories of such and such a splash - ever changing as it is the sea can only completely experience itself as the moment occurs. time does not honor memory. we do because we wonder where we're going. but where is the ocean going? it circulates around the world, but it doesn't go anywhere. it rises and falls but doesn't ponder its precise depth. all the water exists simply so - in a state of being, movement, and rapture. moisture is evaporated as water particles rise skyward, to the clouds, to prepare to fall again & relive the cycle. dear friend, please know that as you fall, though the life of a rain drop is brief, an infinite ocean, made of everything that you fundamentally are, is waiting to catch you at the end of it - and even now, you are not separate from it. enjoy the plunge.