
The Spiral is a lesson in finding comfort even as we give up control to forces we can’t hope to understand. One of the hardest lessons seems to be finding peace in the realization of how daunting inertia can be. The spiral is an intimate communication, a communion, with the unrelenting knot and tangle of laws which casually enact the systems holding our universe together. The same dream again. I’m on my starting blocks for the 100 meter dash. Once the pistol fires and I start running, my feet feel heavy. Like boots are weighing me down. The other racers pass ahead of me with ease. Leaving me behind in the distance. The harder I try to sprint, the more I glide into the air with each step. I’m wasting so much time in the air, I think, I don’t mean to leave the ground like this. But I can’t seem to push myself forward. Every strained lunge takes me higher up and away from the track.
