Where exactly was she taking conversation I did not know, but Madeleine used sinuous ways to make that spark in her
thoughts pop out. I waited patiently for the sound of that pop. I knew it had
to be something. The pure theory of our conversation as well as the raw reality
that clung to it captivated me. I’d easily get the hang of it. Maybe that’s why
we got along so well.
“Now you see those two oranges sitting on the table. Let’s
pretend there’s this molecule somewhere in the outer space. And we don’t know
about it yet.”
“Ok. That’s a pretty strong possibility”, I added.
“And also, that maybe by the time we get to acknowledge it,
it will have moved here, here and there. But we’ll only know it existed here,
at the point where we found out it existed.”
“And all the other points in which it existed are a
collection of missed molecules. Or
maybe just missed opportunities. “
“Exactly. We’re blinded by our physical and mental
limitations”, said Madeleine.
“That’s what Plato used to say when he tried to explain that
we’re citizens of the cave. Light, dark, knowledge - all illusions, prisoners
on the walls of the inescapable cave.” I
said as I reminisced some of the stuff that caught my attention during
my high school philosophy class.
“Yes, I get your drift. But think about this as well.
Macroscopic and microscopic level. You know the pattern in which planets align
to?” Madeleine liked to branch off the conversation to unsuspected but
nonetheless captivating areas.
“Yes.”
“And then this pattern is reflected at the microscopic level.”
At this point, I wondering where she was taking it.
“What about humans? Where do we fall? Who holds the pattern?”
“We should as well. Humans have reason and emotionality.
What you described before was mineral. No reason there.”
“That’s what I wanted to touch”, said Madeleine. “Is there
one? And what is the pattern that connects humans exactly?”
I hesitated for a moment, resting my chin on the back of my
hand . Then, I said:
“Reason. It has to be reason. That’s it. Reason is the glue
or, in another world, reason is the orbit on which we gravitate around each
other. Or love..”
I caught a subtle twitch on Madeleine’s face. She looked at
me, then sideways as if searching for an answer in the space that surrounded
her. This sight appalled me as the thought that answers float around us freely
wearing fine disguises that only the sharpest of minds could unveil at the cost
of a fleeting moment’s whim.
As she looked back at me, her composure changed and the
light on her face blatantly shouted “Evrika!”.
“Um, I was trying to think”, she said. Yes, I found it.”
“What exactly?”
“Anthroposcopic. That’s the human level.”
Eyebrows rose independently of my will, but she was right.
“It’s yours. You coined the term. You know, your theory
about macro reflected into micro reminds me of something else. I think it all
bleeds into Leibniz’s theory on the harmony of spheres. He said that there’s a
sort of music between spheres that connects everything. I think there is. Nature
speaks of it in small bits every day.”
