The Beauty of Stillness

Laying still and staring at the revolving ceiling fan, my mind began to realize that the world, and everything in it, is constantly in motion.

(painted by myself)

I feel still.

And yet my heart beats, my eye lids shutter, I bite my lip, my fingers twitch.

My neurons fire chemical signals involuntary.

I AM MOTION.

Not just in motion.

Can one be motionless?

Outside of this ecosystem, which we will name "Casey", the world moves independently of me. Ignoring my existence in a way.

On the surface it looks still.

A quick scan makes the room seem calm, but small microenvironments within the room are in a state of chaos.

A breeze blows, separating the tapestry from the wall. The equivalent of gale force winds. A stray strand of hair sways back and forth, disrupting dust bunnies from their homes on the floor.

Dust billows about in the air, waiting to enter an unsuspecting stranger's nose - tickling hairs, making them sneeze, disrupting the stillness.

Is anything ever still?