We share a different story in every direction that we face: we make parts of our journey alone. On our island, we can tend to the land, we can build a house. We can shape the landscape, and look out across the sea. Past the breakers and the reef, we see the other islands: we voyage out, making connections, trading, sharing ideas. We come together to celebrate and reminisce, then return to our island. I am an island, but i am not alone.
My writing this week has explored ways that we understand the world, something i first explored in a book a few years ago about ‘learning, knowledge, and meaning’. Revisiting this area reminded me of how our worldview, our perceptions, our beliefs, are so essentially islands: we can visit, we can see others, but ultimately, our understanding of the world sits as one.