We Contain So Much More

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)


This excerpt, from the poem Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, opens up a vast thought for me about potential, about possibility.

For instance, we are taught that contradiction is bad. "Don't contradict me, young man." Or "You are contradicting yourself."

What if both positions are possible? If both positions are right?

I'm coming to the thought that we contain so much more than we know. It's a thought that runs counter to our socialization. We are taught to think of ourselves as units. We break things down, diagram things, and put things into boxes. We tend to think in terms of limits, in terms of scarcity.

What if we actually had no limit, no edges, no top, no bottom, no sides?

God is a circle whose center is nowhere and whose circumference is everywhere.

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