For your consideration: a contradiction of sorts -- a fluid moment frozen in time.
A recent reading I've been studying remarks upon the utter uncertainty inherent in every next instant; the illusion that we can predict (or, even more to the point, control) that which seems obviously imminent is pervasive indeed. Yet with every new moment comes altered configurations of electrons in their orbits, cells in their development, planets in their relative transits . . . Thus only on the surface of our consciousness does the universe seem the same now as just then.
A great deal of life's struggle is devoted to the inevitably vain attempt to arrange things just so, and then to keep the result firmly in place . . . Fear arises at the thought of losing the known; change is resisted. Ironically, a great peace and delight might be discovered by simply surrendering to the beauty, mystery and surprise contained in each unfolding slice of existence.
This photograph is that of the tip of a fountain's column of water, a multifarious aggregate of bubbles (each of which of course discloses an absence of water) caught in a fractional slice of a second. The form depicted is both far less solid and well-defined than a first glance suggests, and was already adapting an entirely new arrangement as the shutter closed.
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