Our Lives Have Become A Tesseract

Our Lives Have Become A Tesseract

Think back to the moment that you did a somersault under the water. For a few moments you did not know which direction led to the surface and which led to the murky depths. The bubbles eventually showed you the way.

We have made such a complexity of our lives. We have added complexity upon complexity beyond geometric configuration. We have built walls around us. Walls that are so high that we see only the world that we have created.

We sometimes dream about what it is like on the other side. We sometimes wonder what it would be like to venture beyond the confines. But no sooner do we think this that we are called to attend to some minor duty which, by virtue of its appearance in our little world, appears to be major.

At some point in our life, a few of us decide that we are ready to finally explore what is out there. But we are suddenly faced with the reality that we do not know the way out. Or which way is up. We long for the bubbles. But there are none.

We travel in every direction and we run into walls. The walls that we once created to free ourselves . . . The walls that we once created to protect ourselves . . . Now have become our prison. Our tesseract.

This is the plight of man. To create gargantuan stone walls. And then find a way to scale them.

What we do not realize is that our freedom does not lie beyond the walls. What we do not realize is that beyond those walls are more walls.

Our freedom lies in the realization that we have created them. And if we have created them, we can destroy them.

Here’s a pick axe.

Shall we begin?