Discovering the New World

Casting about for moorings that steady without binding. When the journey feels more like drifting than traveling. There are not many points of reference out in the middle of the ocean. There is not much room for exploration tied securely to the dock.
We used to think the world was flat. We used to think the universe revolved around the earth. Of what are we currently certain, which we mistakenly trust as a reliable point of reference? By which we miss the mark by aiming, not merely in the wrong direction, but in the wrong dimension. For which we are not merely mistaken, but unaware, without vocabulary or frame of reference.
It is a new day. It is a new world.