The World Is a Dessert

Each of our parallel universes is a different coloured macaron, each balances on top of another across the backs of elephants that stand astride a turtle, and each one has different coloured stars, in yours the stars might be yellow, in mine they are green like emeralds in the night.

You may find this difficult to believe, but just because it seems improbable doesn’t necessarily mean it’s impossible, and let me tell you right now, not only is it possible but it’s true.

The ground you walk on, the chair you sit in, the air you breathe, the flowers and the trees, the stars and the moon, the mountains and the seas, they’re all part of the same macaron; the question that then remains is not which colour macron you are in (for you only need to look at the stars), it’s not whether you are part of the shell or the centre (for we’re all part of the same whole), the one question that remains is: if our universes are a pile of macrons balancing on the backs elephants that stands on the shell of a turtle, what’s the turtle standing on? A macaron.

© 2016 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Four
Image by Baher Khairy

Thanks as always to Sonya at for organising and coordinating these three line tales each week.


6 thoughts on “The World Is a Dessert

    1. Not a fan per say. But yes, same analogy. I was thinking more of something I once read by Betrand Russell, although Russell said the turtle stood on another turtle.

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  1. Wow that was strange. I just wrote an very long
    comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear.

    Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyways, just wanted to say excellent blog!


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