I remember one day in Grade 5, when I came home and told my mother what I had learned in science class. I was on fire with it. This was in the 50’s, long before we all heard about quantum physics
‘Mum,” I said, “When you look at that chair and think it’s solid, that’s not really how it is!”
“What do you mean?” she asked me.
“It’s just how it looks,” I told her. “ But really, that chair, and everything else, is made of tiny little particles called molecules and atoms, that are zooming around all the time.”
My mother looked quite stunned. “Are you sure that’s what your teacher said?” she asked me. “And what are these little zooming things made of?”
“Well,” I said, saving the best for the last, “molecules and atoms are really nothing but space.” After that my mother was very quiet. She just walked around, touching things and shaking her head, for the rest of the day, in a state of wonder, curiosity and deep bewilderment.
I have always remembered the feeling of that afternoon. It was as if my mother and I reached a precipice, over which our minds could not carry us; and we stood there together, peering into the mystery of Being.