I can't help it. I find metaphors in everyday life that rarely contribute any deeper understanding of events. Maybe it's something about a simpler mind finding comparisons instead of drawing conclusions and adapting to a variety of situations.
For example: I just went running today. The path winds around the apartment complex where I live. And I got to thinking how I've been doing the same thing every damn day. I run the same path every day. I eat mostly the same things every day. I go to work. I play computer games. I neglect to fold my laundry for at least a day.
Too much feels automatic and it bothers me to be so repetitive, so mundane.
At the same time, I border on agoraphobic. I like my little bubble. I like being in control of my sphere, my little point on the grand scale. I can't go out and run a new path because I don't know where it leads. What will I do if I get in trouble or lost? I can't strike up a conversation with a stranger because I don't know a damn thing about that person. It's a maddening Catch 22.
So I stay caught in the middle of doing nothing and doing everything.
Now, I know this next part has very little to do with what I just said, but I had another thought strike out of the clear blue. We all have our little spheres, right? Let's suppose that we really did make the comparison that we are all points on a circle. This world is three-dimensional so it's really a sphere.
There are an infinite number of points on a sphere and we -- past, present and future -- are all those. But we all have our own spheres, our own potentially infinite number of points. It's all as small as an atom and as big as the universe. Infinite number of stars and there are things still spilling out from atomic experiments ... bosons and quarks and even smaller parts. Perhaps that's what was meant by the saying that the universe is inside you.
At the same time, I can't help thinking it's ridiculous to believe something as feeble and fragile as me would have that kind of scale or grandeur.
Whatever.
