Reported by a journalist attending a presentation by Leon Foucault in 1851 intended to show, by means of a rotating pendulum, that the sun was not moving around the Earth, but the Earth was moving invisibly around the Sun.
It still is.
Many things are invisible to us, and we have to slow down to notice them and sometimes indirectly.
I watched the people streaming into the long gallery, their eyes carried immediately to the figure of Michelangelo’s David standing high above the crowd of people taking their pictures. For an hour I obseRved so many people quickly moving moving along to join the crowd, past the unfinished statues By Michelangelo that I had come to see.
What these figures show is what had to happen to the block of marble that once was David before he would be completed. All the hard work, innumerable chisel strokes, hours and even years of work.
I was was thinking about our lives, how there’s so much invisible work we cannot bypass or ignore, and how, in so many ways, we’re never the finished article.
We cannot be rushed. We are a mystery.
‘And I hope that there will always be an edge between the known and the unknown, beyond which lies strangeness and unpredictability and life.’*
(*From Alan Lightman’s The Accidental Universe.)