An infinite sphere, whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere. A mustard seed sown in a garden. It is like birds flying towards a point in the sky; undirected, though never colliding, but always as if interlaced within a net, where they kiss then separate; over and over again, ad infinitum. Similarly, the medium through which each bird is placed into its netting to be counted, gradations of color appear, it gives form to a melody; this is space and time. When we become especially closely connected to another, we do not exist as completely separate beings; we interpenetrate each other. We exist in the same space together, and this cannot be done without each creating a division, parting a sea, to allow the other space to flow through.