Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing
We are like outer space
Ageing, gravity pulls us to the Earth with the weight of mortality. You feel you are born to crawl on all fours only to rise up to be a human being and mortality drags you to the ground. In age, hunched over and shrinking, we succumb to the pull of gravity. The heaviness of our mortality has us melt back down into the substance of matter. Our spirit matter amalgamates with the clouds and drifts off with the wind. The clouds seem to describe the very nature of our mortality by raining and saturating the Earth. Moving through our life we are faced with the short time here on Earth but mortality is not a burden only our human understanding. The spirit drifts with the body as though only for a moment like the clouds to disappear and become air. Death is not final though for we become the heavens with the immortality of the soul. To move toward our final human goal of a merging with the heavens is as though to breathe air. Clouds drift only to disappear.
Time does not exist in space. The void of time. Spacetime may warp all notions of time but is the void of space not time. Lightyears fly on by to an infinity of newborn stars born out of an infinity. Clouds are like a memory of space, the atmosphere, the rain and soaking up rivers, the sea or streams, all water vapours on the ground, water rises to become clouds. Clouds, a nebula and all the gases surrounding stars to help in the formation of stars is like Earth and its formation of earth. We spin on an axis only to gather matter. Human beings are like an example of how matter accumulates. We are like outer space.
