Occhiolism

n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.

The big open spaces reminds me that I am too small to fill...

Over a month ago; having to head up north to Cape Cod with friends and spend some time on the beach. That drew me towards facing the vastness of the ocean and how much more to the endless skies above. It would and should not be a surprise for you that bearing the huge open space made me cringe to the sand on my feet, gripping my toes to whatever I can hold on to because I do not want to fall deep into the sky and get lost. My infamous fears manifested itself in the context of drowning into the skies if gravity gave way.

I am reminded as I stumbled upon this new and interesting word occhiolism; which in many ways reflected upon the fact that I cannot fathom the God that I worship. For what I cannot comprehend in my little mind is what pushes me into fear of the unknown. But what is unknown is withing finite of the infinite of the creator Himself that has everything within the grasp of His hand.

I am nothing, and such is that gives a new meaning to being but a vapor that appears for only a little while. But even as the inconclusive comprehension of mine, or anyone else s for that matter, all that is essentially needed is found in scripture itself.

I am awed by this thought and how it keeps me dumbstruck for an unyielding moment of sentiment.