What is the size of the tree? How do you measure it?
Beech wood can reach a height of 40 meters, for example, 30 meters, which means that it fills about 36,000 cubic meters of space. That’s assuming beech is a cube, which it isn’t, but you get the idea.
To find out how old you are and count the rings. To find the value you cut, chop it up and sell it. Either way, you kill the tree, which means it is no longer a tree.
But what if you tried to measure the entire surface of the tree: each leaf, front and back; Every stem, every twig, and every branch. Every root every wrinkle in the bark? What if you could take this and spread it all over? It would cover a country, no doubt, maybe even a continent. So the answer to the question, “How big is the tree?” It could be, “It’s as big as a continent.
But it is more than that. A tree is also an ecosystem. The fungus grows from its roots and spreads its hyphae throughout its structure. The plants nest in the leaf molds that you discard. Insects crawl on its surface and burrow in it. Birds build nests in them and rest in their branches. Worms sprout despite their roots. Small animals chase insects around, or collect their fruits. Big animals chase small animals. Children climb it like a climbing frame. Adults sit in the shade or pull dead wood to light fires. It is a whole world.
So the answer to the question, “How big is the tree?” is, “It’s as big as the world.” And if the tree is the size of a continent, and as big as the world, then what is the size of the forest, I will say something strange now. I’ll say it a few times and then explain what I mean.
Infinity is found in the gaps between the known spaces.
And again, but in a slightly different way: infinity is found in the gaps between the known worlds.
The ferry came to me when I was on a railway bridge crossing a railway line. On one side of the track there was a golf course. On the other side is a thin stretch of managed forest. And passing in the middle, the oily gravel that holds the track. But on both sides of the path there were rough patches of mixed vegetation, including trees. And I could see rabbits in the rough weeds. There was a dead fox at stake. And wildflowers, plants and insects: again a complete ecosystem. This is what I mean by interstices: the bits between them, the parts where one world meets and intersects with another.
The country thinks it has seeded the world. The whole world is divided into separate units of production or housing. Everything is measured and quantified. Every space belongs to one person or another. Everything in the world is identified, valued, packaged and packaged like a commodity. And as long as the rest of us have bought into this interpretation of the world, this is how the world will work.
But infinity is found in the gaps between the known spaces. There are small parts through which the Infinite can enter the world.
in my book, fierce danceI have used many metaphors to describe the phenomenon we call Free Festivals And the Rave. I talked about the story of loaves and fish from the Bible. I asked him: Did everyone come to that place outside the city without food or drink? no. Some people had supplies with them, and they shared them. The loaves and fish were a social miracle, the miracle of sharing. I talked about Provisional Autonomous RegionsThe concept that the anarchist put forward first Sufi Writer Peter Lambourne Wilson, better known as wise you, in his book of the same name. She spoke of a crossroads between worlds, places where the world of matter and the world of spirituality are adjacent. Places where gold is hung from trees when revolution comes.
Here is another metaphor. It is an old Islamic story that a friend told me for the first time. There was this famous singer somewhere in ancient Persia. This person had the loudest voice, a voice that could draw angels. He arrived in this city and immediately received praise and praise. Everyone wants to hear it. In this city lives a rich man. The rich man has a son who wants to be a singer too. The rich man offers the singer a fortune to let his son practice the art of singing. He accepts the young singer as his disciple, but refuses to pay. So the young intern singer moved to live with the famous artist. After that the singer refuses to sing. Day by day, the student asks the singer to sing for him to start his lessons. But the singer refuses every time. He used to say, “It’s not the right time.” Or: “The phonemes aren’t right” or “I don’t feel like it.”
This goes on for months. All he will tell the student is: “Be patient.” Eventually, the student gives up, and continues with the tasks assigned by the teacher, helping around the house or simple music lessons. He never heard his master sing.
One morning his father comes to visit him and the student entertains his father when, unexpectedly, they hear the singer’s voice rising from the garden. It is a beautiful sunny day and the garden is decorated with flowers, the birds are singing, the fountain is merrily chirping, and in the midst of all this there is a wonderful sound, so rich, so powerful and wonderful that it feels as if angels are coming to visit. The student can feel the tingling of the spine with the unexpected beauty of the song.
After that he asked his master what made him sing at that time. The master answers: Time, place and people. When the time and place is right and the people are right, magic can happen. The time was right because it was first thing in the morning and my voice was at its best. The place was convenient because it was in my garden, where I feel most comfortable. And people were right because your father was here and I wanted to let him know that you can’t buy beauty.”
Time, place and people. The gaps between the known worlds. The capitalists think they have farmed the world. But when the time is right, the place is right, and the people are right, the magic will happen. This is allegorical for revolution.
There are times in the year when we know where we are; But there are also transitional times, when the world changes, and in these moments, in these intervals, there is infinity. full moon, new moon, Beltaneequinoxes and solstices, LamasHalloween, the rise of a new king, the election of a new prime minister, these are times of change and transition. and sacred sites, sites of great beauty, or great historical and spiritual resonance – even when those places are hidden behind ramparts and ramparts and claim to be private property, such as real estate—These are the places to go. As for people: it is when you have your friends around you, your loved ones, your family members, your tribe, your comrades. These are your partners in the transition process.
Between night and day, between spring and summer, between autumn and winter, between friends who love each other, between a man and a woman, between the spiritual and the political, between the past and the future, between the world of matter and the world of thought, between life and death, between the socialist system and the natural order, between man And the environment, between science and art, between rationality and imagination, between reason and imagination, these are the gaps between the known worlds, the places where magic can happen.
As for the time: it’s now.