Invisible
is what lies beyond us, below us, inside us and even above us
INVISIBLE
describes something living in the unseen but by its own strange definition, also something already half-seen: in our minds, or in our imaginations. The invisible world is actually one we have already tried to imagine, even hazily in our half formed daily thoughts, or by astonished physicists, in sudden and surprising detail. In our everyday life we are completely surrounded by the only half-imagined and the invisible: the way electricity flows, the way a radio can suddenly startle when starting up a car, the way electromagnetic spectra fill our rooms and feed our devices. Even the the grain of wood beneath our open laptop is compressed and held by forces we cannot see or properly describe. The invisible is omnipresent and relied on for our everyday practical lives as much as those few, almost irrelevant, tippy-top centimetres of the iceberg we call the visible.
Invisible is what lies beyond us, below us, inside us and even above us: beyond our sight, above or below the limits of our hearing or our imagination, inside that outer wrapping of our personality we call a self.
The invisible transcends our understanding of time. Many times the invisible reveals itself only after the fact: the love perceived in our mother’s sudden harsh voice, years after we were scolded; our own youthful sins we could never fully articulate, now brought to understanding through the mature lens of our later years and then, as a triumph and almost beyond belief, a future once only intuited, now lived out on a daily basis.
The invisible is undertow: is gravitational pull - is always present, eternal invitation. In the human imagination the invisible seems to seek us personally asking to find it a visible expression. The invisible in a human life is understood as a sleeping singularity, about to become alive through multiples of itself: like a seed holds invisibility within its single skin, holding everything that will grow and shape its many branches against a future sky.
-excerpt from the new essay ‘INVISIBLE’ from Consolations II - available now
So true. So true. Yet so very difficult at times to see and live.
“Invisible is what lies beyond us, below us, inside us and even above us: beyond our sight, above or below the limits of our hearing or our imagination, inside that outer wrapping of our personality we call a self.”
Thanksgiving greetings Mr. Whyte, Consolations II is a beautiful supreme effort, an enjoyable effort, as you say. I believe you outdid yourself Sir!
You invite me to ponder the wonder of the Invisible, the surprise of the Invisible the curiosity of the Invisible, the unexpected, unfamiliar and inexplicable nature of the Invisible.
The Invisible gathers, then suddenly — whoosh! — the visible rises and swirls.
My thoughts on a chilly predawn. Be happy, Geraldine