Once Upon a Time
After all, is it not the way we humans shape the universe, shape time itself? Do we not take the raw stuff of chaos and impose a beginning, middle, and end on it, like the simplest and most profound of folktales, to reflect the shapes of our own tiny lives? And if the physicists are right, that the physical world changes as it is observed, and we are its only known observers, then might we not be bending the entire chaotic universe, the eternal, ever-active Now, to fit that familiar form?
If so, the universe, from the finest quantum dust to the widest vacuum spaces, does indeed have a shape. It begins, ‘Once upon a time….’
--Tad Williams, Otherland, Sea of Silver Light
I just finished Otherland re-read a few days ago. It was magnificent reading it again. I had forgotten a lot in the last 10 years or so since I read it the first time.
That series means a lot to me - and it's like that Stephen King quote that I shared a couple weeks ago. What it means to me is too big inside, and bringing out words to describe it makes it small. Words aren't enough. So I am not going to try. I count myself very lucky that many volumes of stories and novels give me this expansiveness of heart.
This photo is from my meandering around North Carolina this past weekend. This was just off some back road somewhere. I like it because it goes with the quote - it's inviting a beginning. A story. Your own imagination can take you anywhere.