Are they just lines or is there a hidden glory within them?
1. A Circle
No beginning, no end. But doesn’t everything start and later stop? Perhaps not. What if there is an essence within me that’s been there since before my parents’ eyes twinkled at each other? And will be there after the cremation oven warms me up? And what if there’s nothing I can do to make that essence show up … because it’s always there? I just have to listen for it. Nowhere to get to. Just living in the circle.
2. A Horizontal Line
No one better and no one worse, despite the kindness and the meanness in the world. No looking up to someone or looking down at someone. Young and old. Male and female. Physically attractive and plain. Just folks, all doing their best to be happy. All to be loved.
3. A Vertical Line
Being upright in life, neither leaning to the left or right, towards indulgence or asceticism. Balanced. Moral. Not needing to be propped up by any external person or thing. Unshakeably kind and appropriate. Doing what I say I’ll do. Speaking the truth. Standing up for myself and others.
4. A Curved Line
Honouring the risings and fallings of life. The golf ball soaring off the clubhead and then falling back to the earth. The growing of energy and beauty and the later diminishing. The climbing of self and the returning to source. Strong and weak. Happy and sad. Embracing the rhythms.
5. A Triangle
Three people, all loving each other. Sometimes feeling revered, and sometimes feeling left out. Opening to relationships beyond me and mine. Feeling the strength and stability of deep friendship. Letting the other two take centre stage for awhile.
The power of mathematics is often to change one thing into another
To change geometry into language
Marcus du Sautoy