When I pull the palms of my hands away from the surface of the sphere, the sphere contracts, prompting me to apply my hands, and when I push the palms of my hands towards the surface of the sphere, it expands, prompting me to withdraw my hands.
At a certain radius, the sphere will produce a finely crafted and checkered pattern of colors, where no one color is the same as any other, but I do not know how large the sphere must be before I can pull my hands away and achieve the desired effect, and with only seconds to spare.
A checkered pattern of colors appears, and I pull my hands away, but I look and see that the pattern is not one of a kind.
I apply my hands again.
"Come on, Daddy, you can do it!"
A brisk virtual breeze blows, moving the sphere slightly away from my hands. I adjust the position of my hands.
Out of the corners of my eyes, I can see my children and their companions dance around me, chanting words of encouragement, and when I glance at Christina across from me, she smiles and waves, but says nothing, neither publicly nor privately.
I relax into the witness posture, becoming expert at modulating the enlargement of the sphere while taking distractions in stride and watching patterns of color appear and disappear on the surface of the sphere.
The sphere grows until it becomes too large for me to apply my hands for more growth.
The sphere grows until it can grow no more.
