Spiralmore

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7. Ripples of Infinity

Every spiral carries a ripple. Not merely a movement, but a vibration, a pulse stretching through time and space. Each curve bends both forward and backwards, linking what was, what is, and what may yet come.

I pick up a seashell from the shore and press it to my ear. I expect the ocean, but what I hear is more than waves. It is centuries of water curling against rock, tides folding back upon themselves, storms spinning endlessly, and quiet moments in which the sea simply whispered. The spiral preserves motion. It does not let it vanish; it carries it forward, bending it, looping it, transforming it into resonance.

In nature, ripples appear in patterns. Ferns unfurl in spirals, echoing generations of leaves before them. Galaxies spin, echoing the birth of stars. Even human life moves in spirals, the loops of memory, the repetition of thought, the returning feelings of love and loss. Every spiral is both record and pulse, carrying its history while shaping the present.

I think of my own life. Childhood laughter curls around my current self, shaping decisions and desires without my awareness. Words spoken years ago return, slightly altered in meaning, spiralling through relationships, choices, and reflections. The spiral ensures that nothing is ever truly lost. Every action, every thought, every breath resonates again.

The twist comes in noticing that ripples are not always loud. Sometimes the spiral seems still. We forget to watch, and yet the motion continues, moving invisibly. Time, memory, joy, grief all bend and loop, spiral and ripple. Awareness does not create the motion; it simply lets us perceive it.

I set the shell down. Its spiral is quiet now, but I know its ripples will continue, in my mind, in my hands, in the rhythm of my breath. The spiral remembers. The spiral replies. And we are part of its infinite ripple, each of us both observer and participant.

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