musing

"What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything. It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that. " - Stephen Dedalus in Portrait of an artist as a young man by James Joyce

what exactly is after the universe? I believe this is something too profound for me to give an answer to. the "thin thin line around everything" sounds metaphorical. there's a thin thin line around everything. A fine fine line between love and a waste of time (as in Kate monster's song in Avenue Q) The insignificance of man to the universe around us cannot be described. much less understood. I don't think I am able to form any proper thought around this idea of the universe and God's magnitude.

His Grace, his mercy, his power, his love. I'm just an insignificant other in this world. The world that He chooses to love. I'm small in comparison to the world. but not small enough to escape the eye of the Loving Father. (:

I don't know what to expect from my future ahead, as much as I like to think of it as being plot out for myself. But looking at this passage from the long long long and dreary novel that I'm made to read for friday's seminar, and reflecting on it, I know that as insignificant as I feel in relation to the world, my future, the unknown, I can't escape the power and the love of my Father in Heaven. He guides, and He seeks to lead me on.

as long as I stretch out my arm.