‘when the mystics speak of worlds beyond scent and colour, the common man… cannot grasp their reality.’
Cosmologists say, ‘if the sun was a door, the earth would be the size of a dime’. And I try to envision the vastness that I love — a sun-door through which earth could enter. But we shouldn’t think of ‘space’ as an empty container, we should think in terms of interactions. Carlo Rovelli uses the analogy of a kiss. He asks, ‘Where is the kiss now?’ So I follow the event through a series of synapses, the sensations both on and below my skin until what’s left is the remembered kiss, which reminds us that outside of our planet, nothing is being seen in real time. The past is being carried by light, like film that has to be developed in a very dark room. Space isn’t distinct from matter, it bends and curves like a seashell around the gravity of planets. We’re living in a universe that doesn’t make sense when trying to approach it through the senses.