Probably a shorter post than yesterday, but much more meaningful to me.
To tell the story of this epiphany, It may be best to tell the story of the sunclipse behind it (yes, I get ALL my ideas staring at sunclipses, this is why I stare at so many of them).
I was lying on my front in my room, reading a book as I do, when I noticed the clouds yellowing and hopped onto the windowsill, craning most of myself out through the opening to see past the roofs... there was a small brilliant rainbow-tailed sundog, already fading into the changing angle of light (I saw one of those a few months back for the first time in my life and since then I've seen dozens. So not complaining.)... even without it, I could tell that it was going to be a phenomenal sunclipse - and that I was going to miss it if I didn't move slightly over a mile to the east very, very quickly.
Ran instairs, grabbed my boots (haven't got the new shoes yet), pulled them on, stretched briefly and bolted out the door. Slightly over a mile of desperate bursts of sprinting interspersed by jogging later, I got to the top of my Favourite Hill outside Doulting and collapsed on the same grass that caused last night's rambling epiphany... I could see another huge round eye-pulling lens of sky above me and, bending my neck forward uncomfortably, I could see the arc of reds and golds and yellow whites streaking a backdrop of turquoise that is a June sunclipse... And while it was beautiful, the neck-bending was quite uncomfortable and I wasn't quite finished being collapsed enough for prolonged sitting-up.
So, I pulled myself to my feet briefly, faced myself eastward and collapsed again, feeling the weird feet-uphill feeling and gratefully letting my head loll back. "This will be kinda novel", I thought as my eyes slipped sun-ward....
Whoa...
To backtrack a bit, I've for a long time been a fan of Buckminster Fuller, especially his work about re-shuffling human thought away from the norm, works which mirror my thoughts rather well... I was particularly impressed by the neologisms he made to get people to frame the world better in their mind (sunclipse is indeed one of them). I'd been having a lot more difficulty quite integrating "Outstairs" and "Instairs" into my conceptual foundations... The illusion of 'up' and 'down' is built into us at a very deep level, one of our senses is even built around it (balance is a sense just as truly as sight or touch. If you don't think so, try being 'balance-blind' and feel the utter disorientation).
Over the past month or so I've looked at the landscape and tried with great difficulty to strip away a layer to the truth... Conceptually, I know I'm attracted by the weakest distinct force to a hard layer in the arbitrary 'side' of a colossal, roughly orb-shaped body, rather than standing 'on' a faintly curving surface that I'm so accustomed to thinking of.
Viscerally, though, it was so hard to shake the assumptions... one of my main perceptual inputs is founded around the idea that my head is currently aligned with the quail 'up', that my feet are roughly aligned with 'down', and as long as I registered that those concepts could not me shaken.
Bound to the hillside, all that changed.
My head very slightly aligned with illusory 'up', that layer finally fell away into the ocean of oxygen and nitrogen and carbon and water vapour (and poison) that I now knew viscerally to be beneath me. Looking down on the shapes of the clouds, either the angle of my eyes or just the perceptual benefits of a brand new viewpoint granted me a much better insight into their layers and structure, the way they preceded and anti-ceded one another, the distance between the temperature and pressure layers...
And suspended above it all by the magnet-like attraction of That Weak Force, I was spread-eagled at the very bottom of an enormous floating rock, for of course 'top' and 'bottom' have very little meaning either, except for as fulcrum points. I could see along to my left the grass as it seemed to dangle, the upward curve of the hill, the grey shape of the town sprouting in the valley-hollow of the green looked more like slime-mould than any of my metaphor-similes had put it before. The comparison to lichen and beetles on the underside of a lifted river rock was just too good to miss.
We were being keel-hauled on the bottom of Spaceship Earth.
And below me, it was indescribable. I'll try anyway, of course.
In reversal of my perception of that curve, I was reminded continually of the sunsight photos the ISS takes periodically... I tried in vain to get a good hint with the inverted photo you see above. But I now think I have a much better understanding of the view from Low Orbit... Though there was no earth beneath it, my new gas ocean had just the same layers of sun-edged clouds progressing down to the illusory surface. My imagination was all geared up to conjure oh-so-distant waves on that blue canvas. Little patches of cirrocumulus in the lowest/highest layer were so very easy to mistake for little archipelagos of white-sanded islands, slowly sinking into the sea as the sun stopped glinting on them. I stayed there, paralysed on the underside of the planet for a long time. Venus became visible, and I was given yet another perpective jolt by the sight of the distant planet hanging below me. Were it not for the cold slowly seeping into the field and the knowledge that I had to write my experience down, I would have stayed out until my New Ocean darkened further and became translucent, get a taste of hanging under a rock above unshielded infinity. The lights of the lichen/town would have spoiled it anyway, I'll endeavour to feel it when I get to the mountains.
Eventually, knowing I had to share the freshness of the experience lest it flee me too, I reluctantly put my foot on the earthy sky/ground and pressed up/down, levering myself over and turning my head back to the old-fashioned view in the process. I was so startled by the transition that I rolled over a couple more times, catching that shocking switch. Ocean/dome, Ocean/dome. I think I like ocean better.
Ran the way back, as well, needed to get to a keyboard. There was an amusing incident as I passed the cargo loading bay of the cider factory. One of the forklift-truck men clearly saw me sprinting past and grinning, and shouted out something like "Oi, what's the hurry, mate?"
"HiSorryCan'tStopJustHadALifeChangingExperienceNeedToWriteAboutItNiceTalkingToYouByyyye..."
So, finally, after all my kraken-like struggles with the inadequacy of the English language and my own grasp of how to communicate to people, I can inform by example. Wait for a good sunclipse, with great reams of high cirrus clouds and a turquoise horizon. For some of you around the curve of the world to the west of me, sunclipse has yet to happen or is just starting. Does it look like it's going to be good? Can you get to a decent hill?
Good.
Put your shoes on (or if the ground between you and the hillside isn't to jaggy, don't), go out there, climb the hill, don't quite go all the way to the top. Enjoy the sunclipse for what it's worth for a bit first... then face your feet away from it and lie down, your head downhill. Hang on the underside of the World, above the ocean of oxygen that we lie at the bottom or the top of (or in truth, neither).
Gaze into those beautiful depths and re-assign everything you thought you knew about up and down. The soil is above you, processes of greater mass rise and it is the lighter processes that fall. Acknowledge that these new directions are just as valid as the 'Up' and 'Down' you used to know, i.e. that both are so much wind and illusion.
I'm glad I could explain so straightforwardly for once. Examples rock.
Happy hanging.
- David