QC Koan: If black holes are a Galaxy’s refuse dump, what sorts of gems might be found there – accidentally discarded?
High on Beauty
He arrived, shocked by the majesty. The bare stone fell vertically into walls that supported a theater of cliffs. The sun was setting – the glow sublime.
“This world is too beautiful to bear,” he said with tears of passion escaping his opened eyes. “I can’t stand it. I really can’t stand it.”
He couldn’t stand it. He jumped.
Let it not be said that white men can’t jump.
He jumped. His heart skipped a beat. The sun stopped setting.
What else had there been for him to do? He felt the pull of the cliff and he jumped. Am I taking this over the top?
It did not take that long to hit the ground. He had not jumped high enough to dunk the flaming disk so far from his outstretched hands. It was as if his shoelaces were tied to stone. Either that, or he was less than stellar in the jumping department. Two inches up, two inches down. Not very high if you are measuring vertical leap, but high enough to touch the peak of experience.
He’d jumped for joy. It was like giving a high-five to the sun, he thought. He sat. It seemed like the boulders could see him now. As the sun set the light shifted, until the edge of that disk had slipped past the horizon. A slam-dunk for Beauty.
Then he headed back down the trail, flashlight in hand, like the gift of second sight.