Looking through the magnified glasses, if we see the universe in a galaxy, we as human, live in a tiny dot that can be eclipsed any time.Everything is out there with the perfection and imperfection, working organicly coexisted. The whole system feels like a submerged clock underneath a giant water tank, being magnified through the water reflection and diffused into every corner of universe. One tiny blue dot merged from water and create a unique bubble between floating ocean and infinity sky. We, called ourself human, live on this tiny blue dot. Living in the corridor between ocean and sky, there is that one thing sustained every single one of us, the air. It's the living proof of who we were, what we have become and where we are going. Every breath we take, inhaled with what the nature has to offer and combined with what we preserved inside us, exhaled with a combination of both. Every particle that transferred through us, has been imprinted in the history of human indefinitely. From the moment that we needed oxygen to survive, to the moment that heart stopped beating, the air has been with us the whole time. Yet we have taken it for granted, as if something isn't visable, losing their significance gradually in the very heart of us. Truth, like poem, recognised by very few people, and fairly treated with even much less. Same goes to the air, we will never know what we are having until it all goes away. Then it's too late. Striping away the ordinance for even just a second, if we can take a sneaky peek of everything, the air around us, inside us, will always be a painting.
Every eposide constructed and harmonised with a set of different new elements along with the long history of entire human history dated back to the origin of the universe. Yet for the majority of us, it was just another breath we took, marked no significance from the one we previously had. We spent too much time to explore the unknown, unchartered teritory like our predecessors did. We might overlook the fact that the reality, right now, might be of the greatest importance of all time. We are the protagonist in the mist of the centre mystery. Human itself, is the message that has been codified over the span of the history of universe. In a way, we are the final presentation of the universe, as each and single one of us are the direct successor of a condensed version of small universe. We all have the answer we needed to solve all the questions and equiped with the ability to do so. I had imagined the flow of time, I had tasted the extraction of storm condensation, I had contemplated the phototaxis process as the sprouts breaking from the nutshell on the break of dawn, yet I only see the things that I can fathom.
There are things beyond the limits of words, can't be describe with the language we knew, conveyed in a either subtler scale or a grand scheme.
Everthing was either interconnected, correlated or caused, which all written down to one single breeze, a colourless thin air, sometimes, scented with observable imagination.
In the wake of connectivity, at least one thing is within reach of a ordinary man, human. Made with flesh and blood, cultivated with the provision of everything from the earlist day that we know, sighted with unlimited potentials, rarely shined with the glow of the whole universe, some human, puts a shape to the distant dream that we always forget when awake. Even though I can't put a physical shape around the air, every time I drive, the wind slipping through the fingers gave me some ideas on what the air had became there. Sometimes cold, somethings warm, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes mesmerising, it's always different everytime we met. I felt the whole weight of that air, and the weightlessness at the same time. That is the time I knew the universe is here, and I am in love. P.s on a cold sunny Sunday, which is supposed to rain, in Feb 2021.