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I came across a quote by the Hungarian writer Arthur Koestler (1905-1983) that got me thinking.
Koestler says: “In my youth, I considered the Universe to be an open book, written in the language of physical equations, whereas now it seems to me like a text written in invisible ink, from which, in our rare moments of grace, we are able to decipher small fragments.”
I find quantum mechanics fascinating, but I think that perhaps, although less appreciated, there exists that other blank book, which can be perceived by us dull mortals with the clarity of a starry night, literally.
Taking that reflection to an earthlier level, I began to think about all those texts written in invisible ink which, if we pay attention, can be read even with our eyes closed.
A hug.
A kiss.
The river, the wind.
The tenderness of a child or a puppy.
A kind gesture.
Intense, comforting readings that don’t require intellectualization or mathematical formulas, or even words.
Now I realize that perhaps Koestler, when he mentioned those “rare states of grace,” was referring to intuition.
That virtue that reads, speaks, and writes in invisible but indelible ink, and is almost always accurate.
Anyway, thinkers of the stature of Carl Jung have studied what they call “invisible writing,” so I’m not saying anything original.
But I believe we all have a library of transparencies inside us that we should consult from time to time, to interpret our own universe and that of others.
You don’t need glasses or knowledge of quantum physics, just a little bit of heart. As that common quote goes, which, despite its cliché, is nonetheless a great truth:
“What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (The Little Prince)
