A Space Story

He often thought that life below the world, below the surface of any surface, on the inside, might be a better way to know these layers of reality he often imagined. Not for him the outer stars, not for him the high reach of any physical existence. Core and interiority, essence, and center – no not just the center, the heart of it all, the very inmost. It was hardly a surprise to him when he began to see the within of the within, as if it were the eye that, all that is orbits and arises from. However, eventually it came upon him that there was always an expanse, an immeasurable sky within every substance that he would always be unable to fathom; he called that vastness: the God-space. that space slowly began to probe his consciousness, made him aware of the inwardness of infinity and that made him, strangely enough, discontent, leaving him feeling exiled, as if he were only a bug gazing through a frosted windowpane, for the inner was too immense (even in a single atom), for him to comprehend. and now he must always be on the outer rims of endless layers of reality looking in.