I feel at an impasse. I am at an impasse. Everyone around me is still, silent, expectant.
The sphere is mirage-like, without colors or patterns, distorting the light coming through from behind it.
I might pull my hands away and let the sphere contract, but that would admit defeat.
I might grow virtually with the sphere, but that could go on forever, with nothing attained and nothing resolved.
I might have others join me and have them apply their hands, but this is my challenge, to be faced alone.
The expectant hush of those around me intensifies my feeling of being alone.
I realize, from the depths of my feeling, that this is a game that poses a mental, not a physical, challenge. I realize, from the expectant hush and with absolute certainty, that my expectation of growth, coupled with my intention to have a certain outcome, has nullified my power to manifest my desired result.
Looking and smiling at everyone in turn, I release both my intention and my expectation.
In a single moment everlasting, I catch a glimpse of the pattern, a magnificent pattern like no other I have ever seen.
With only seconds to spare, I withdraw my hands from the surface of the sphere.
