small gestures


It’s a small gesture. Not even a gentle push or a quick tap, but more of an imperceptible nudge. You just move your finger forward ever so subtly, and tip the first piece ever so slightly, and watch as each one falls into place ever so simply.
A cascade of events set in motion. There was action, and now there is reaction. There was before, and now there is after. There was cause, and now there is effect.
...Because if you do this, then that will happen. Yet you must be mindful that you are always doing something. There is no “if”. To be alive is to be restless. There are trillions of cells in your body relentlessly tipping the scales of order and disorder, tilting the balance of power in your favor, disturbing nature’s peaceful equilibriums. All for the sake of staying alive.
But then life itself is a force of nature. And we, as living beings, are epicenters of chaos. A deep sigh or a quick shiver or a nervous twitch or a fluttering eyelash sets off the microscopic galaxies floating around us like particles of dust swept up in the tsunami of a sudden breeze. Every move we make is a supernova whose explosions echo through space and time. Each barely noticed bodily shift shifting the unseen web of trajectories perpetually propelling us forward.
In this grand scheme, we are cosmic mischief makers. Directing our own interstellar dramas. Whimsically playing our own tiny parts on an infinite stage.
All while our various limbs constantly bend and fold and twist and turn into and out of strange configurations. As if we were artistic transformations. Or maybe animated constellations. Or perhaps some other ancient form of communication. Continuously changing shape and consequently shaping change. Always somehow moving the world in our own mysterious ways.
hand shapehttps://pixabay.com/photos/hand-salsa-dance-male-afro-1132625/
hand cosmoshttps://pixabay.com/photos/ngc-2264-dark-nebula-cone-nebula-11175/
background cosmoshttps://pixabay.com/photos/space-fog-gases-color-farbenspiel-3657/