A description of the whole universe in four lines
in the dead of night
snow can be seen falling
through a tiny hole
in the paper wall
Someone read this poem to me years ago, but they forgot who wrote it. I come across it again and again on my computer. And the more I read it the less I remember who said it me. It certainly wasn’t me, and I’m certain it wasn’t them either.
What I do know is that its lovely to think about nature like this, like an ellipse. A shape without a true centre, a shape with two centres, a shape with infinity centres. I remember learning that a lot of Japanese architecture is predicated on platforms. Platforms, I was told, reveal a human recognition of nature. To live on a platform is to live aligned (parallel) to the earth.
Life on a platform can dissolve a room into nature. It can dissolve the entire inside into the landscape and become no-place. It becomes an ellipse, and like this, you can contemplate nature forever.