Nov 17, 2017
Empty Space
Sometimes it both fascinates and saddens me that there really is no such thing as touch. To our senses, the world around us, the people around us feel so real, but we can never actually be close enough to touch in the atomic sense.
Electrostatic repulsion between our atoms and the atoms of the universe that are classified as distinctly not-us are what our brains interpret as “touch.” No bond of the chemical sense is formed when my fingers dance across this keyboard or hold the hand of the one I love the most. It’s lonely, in a way.
How beautiful that the mind has learned to make significance and connection out of such an all-encompassing barrier between us and everything, everyone else.
