…Not sure what the gravity of that many galaxies would do to this world.
But.. I could send water over that cliff in a steady flow, shallow enough to stand in but not get swept away. It would be calm and noiseless near the edge that high up, and as serene as an infinity pool. I could turn stellar clouds into the rosy-glow of an earth-sunset. I could make it mid-day, and instead of galaxies, I could hang in front of me a vast complex of sunny, wide curved valleys, splotched with cloud shadows and carpeted with millions of giant old pines. My old VHS-taped, calm-voiced mentor would be proud. I could give new life to a dying glacier and cascade it at a sloth’s-pace into a fjord…
I could turn the falls into the upper deck of a small boat, and watch the glacier calve from there instead. I could breach a whole pod of sperm whales to my right, drift a graveyard of icebergs to my left. I could add a green-and-gold-sky thunderstorm opposite a rainbow. I could add a kid throwing french fries and land sea birds on the railing…
I could turn the boat-railing into a porch-railing instead and paint my dream home on a south facing hill, front porch to the east, wrapping around to a patio facing west in the back, and overshadowed by one or two of those ancient pines.
I could paint the man-o-my dreams.
I could paint Falcore.
I could paint gold.
I could paint an infinite wish granting Genie or fish. I mean, there already is a pond right there.
I wonder if I could paint the Return… IF I could, I could paint Love incarnate racing towards us, sky full of hosts, the whole atmosphere itself rolling back behind them, stars in motion behind that…
...There is only one thing I could think of to paint that would not have the capacity to change time and space and equilibriums and destinies. It would be as inconsequential as the flap of butterfly’s wings in Japan on a monsoon in India, which in fact is pretty inconsequential. And yet it wouldn’t be no big thing, to
me.
And who knows maybe the magic only works once anyway, and I wasted it on a pond. There is only one way to find out.
I quickly mix some black with a little white and make some quick, curved feathery strokes, add some white accents, a tiny bit of pink-red, two spheres of shiny straight-black, and one slightly triangular shape. I again invoke the memory of my favorite painter of happy lil trees, and say out loud, “it’s YOUR world.” And before I finish, I hear the cheerful greeting of my floppy new pal…