Microscope

We seldom stop and look around us, look up, look down and take in every facet, every eroded and aged surface as the meandering river of time rushes by.
There is so much beauty immediately before our eyes but we trivialise it and take for-granted that which is right in front of us.  Instead, we fantasise about the other, the erotically exotic pastures just out of reach.  There is so much more to be seen in the here and now than we actually see.  The buzzing computer behind our eyes a blurry mess of opened and abandoned tabs, multiple progammes running at once; a drain on power and all at a poor resolution.  The human being is a complicated creature, fragile and stubborn, curious and careless.

A young boy I tutor took my hand excitedly today to show me the present Nikolos had brought him.
A white and black scientific microscope.  He ushered me to sit on the couch by the coffee table while he plugged in the apparatus and popped open his box of glass slides.  He had collected a few new samples over the weekend.  He adjusted the lens and then offered to share this microscopic universe.

The various glass slides held cells of different organisms.  It was an exhibition of the life aesthetic; an onion that resembled a forested dream-scape, grains of salt that may well have been a cluster of asteroids and other wonderful intricate designs within cells.

He is excited; keen to put life beneath the lens and scrutinise its delightful complexity.  A multiverse of wonder within our grasp.