What were you thinking about last night?

Gravity, and not necessarily in the Newtonian sense, although equally mysterious, but more as an internal event that takes place within ourselves. Like what happens when the gravity of a situation becomes to great and we find a collision of passion or flame, praise or blame. I sit with these events not really knowing how they happen while embracing the mystery. Are they results of lessons yet to be learned; as if experiencing echoes from our karma?  Or just natural situations that enrich our lives with diversity giving us reason to build momentum for the future? The gravity of falling in...

Sir Isaac said, "I do not know what I may appear to the world but to myself I seem to have been only a child playing on the seashore while the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."

I think he may have been feeling the gravity of that "great ocean" we all draw from... like the pull of curiosity to tap into the vastness of the universe.