“When I first learned about real quantum leaps, in my early twenties, I was overwhelmed and moved by the beauty of this seemingly spontaneous and sudden microcosmical transformation. It was almost a personal relief to me, knowing the electrons were not doomed to perpetually circle their given orbits indefinitely, with no room for change. Not only was this of major symbolic value to my inclination to identify with everything, the news also cleared some cerebral convulsions I had never entered before. It expanded my mental and intellectual horizon and connected with knowledge from early childhood; confirming something I already knew on an intuitive level. It resonated with my conviction that anything – magic – miracles – liberation – redemption – change – is possible when the required amount and type of energy is present. This was both totally obvious and completely mysterious to me. It was poetry.
So I leap. I throw myself into the wormhole and fall. Over and over again. I fall. And I fall. And I fall. I surrender through Mercury and Sulfur, ashes and stardust, fractions and fractals. The fall becomes a dance, and as I fluctuate down through the hallways of patrimony, I salute and embrace every portrait reflecting back at me. A Dance of Generations in reverse. By the roots of the Tree of Knowledge, in the soil of the seedlings, I find absolution. I forgive and I am forgiven, true rays shine back through light years and dark matter. I have bent back the curve of Lumina. My leap of faith, my intended fall, is redeemed.“
From the book Quantum - an exploration of family bound patterns, courage and mercy.