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The Great Curve
The Great Curve has been written for the children of the future, so don't be surprised if it seems somewhat baffling to parents. The big bad wolf was very real to the children of the Paleolithic age, and the little rabbit was familiar to the children of the Neolithic farmers. But what could be more natural to children of the space age than the great curve?
The Great Curve introduces coming generations to the weightless geometry of the inner and outer spaces. It opens our doors of understanding to modern art and to the movements of a cosmic consciousness.
The universe is a curve.
All that I know and all that I do not know is the universe.
All that I know is a curve.
All that I do not know is a curve.
The path of the bird is a curve.
The straightest line drawn by my pencil is a curve.
My hand is a curve, my mother is a curve, the star is a curve.
I open my arms like a bird.
See: the universe is a curve, passing through my heart.
Whatever I know is a curve passing through my heart.
My mother is a curve passing through my heart.
The wind is a curve passing through my heart.
Whatever I do not know is a curve passing through my heart.
Tomorrow is a curve passing through my heart.
I open my arms so wide.
See: the smallest thing I know, the ant, the grain of sand, of salt, or of pollen, is a beautiful curve passing through my heart.
And the biggest thing, too, the mountain, the river, the ocean, or the sky, is a beautiful curve passing through my heart.
I dance, opening my arms to dance, like the flower in the wind with her arms of color, like the star in the sky with its arms of light.
See: each object I touch with my hands, or caress with my eyes or my thought, each animal that I meet, each friend that I love, each dream that I dream, is a beautiful curve passing through my heart.
There are many curves, it is true, and each one sings in its own way, dances in its own way, shines in its own way.
Each one appears in its own way:
- near, far, invisible
- hot, warm, cold
- red, green, blue
- sweet, salty, bitter
- single, double, triple
- flat, thick, deep.
The seed becomes plant, then flower, then fruit, and finally abundance.
A child, I grow.
Still I am dancing, my arms wide like the morning light.
See: a single curve dances all the dances, all the movements, all the games,
colours all the colours, all the whitenesses,
forms all the forms,
all the stars, all the things, all the fish and all the cats,
all the waves and all the men.
And this single curve is I.
My curve is infinite.
I cannot say where it stops, because it does not stop, and I cannot say where it starts, because it does not start, and it does not end.
It dances and sings and shines.
It comes from far away, where nothing begins, and it goes far away, where nothing ends.
It dances through my heart.
My heart is a little part of that curve, that curve which is I.
I curve my curve as I like.
I become mountain, river, bird, sky, flower, fruit, garden, paradise, white, violet and gold, the earth and the universe.
My curve forms the form that I like.
My curve speaks the language that I like.
My curve meets the friend that I like.
Because all is a curve of my curve, in me, as I am a curve of its curve, in it.
All is a single curve, and that curve is I.
My curve is like a great sun, open, without end, all warm, all sweet, which knows everything.
My curve knows everything, it dances all the forms and the transformations, it flowers all the flowers, the perfumes and the joys, it flies all the flights and the free falls, it kindles all the suns.
It knows all because it is all.