To the moms out there, today.

I do believe that life is infinity, and that all things belonging to life belong also to infinity.  The spirit in all things belongs also to that infinity, and offers thus an infinite comfort which flows forth from within all things.  

In the ultimate mystery of all things, among the absoluteness of not-knowing, is the wisdom of a contented spirit; content because it was never not so, cradled in its many forms, infinitely manifest and constantly alive, omnipresent in all things. 

Happy are they who know this wisdom, for happy are they to be alive to know it. 

"O bless this want to be!", the dust of the universe cries.  But it comes from some strange distance, and we come from you.  

Happy are we, who are granted this life from cosmic dust, borne of our ultimate love called mother.  

Introduction

Welcome to the edge, a very small space that accommodates vast numbers.  This is not the cutting edge.  It is the edge of the field...

How many fields have you seen? There are hundreds, to be sure - if not thousands.  Millions.  Fields are perhaps Infinite, so I'm not going to chart their positions.  This is one.  

Thanks for being here, I hope you find something interesting.   

How do you get to the edge of the field?

What cuts lines into pure air to create dimension, space, thatness and thereness? The sea is the sky, like a great mirror, and so does shadow cause the light to wane, and no one knows.  Everything has a center, balance is essential.  Balance is everything.  One cannot conceive light without dark, up without down, this without that to juxtapose it.  Reflective, the days separate the nights.  Water separates air, and corners separate corners.  Angles cause a stir in perception and make us follow the lines all around our minds.