Drawn, as I am, to polarities, I feel my being expand to cover distant points of view. My body dissolves into a thin gelatinous film as I am stretched taut between possibilities. Suspended in this manner, I am completely immobile—an ellipsoid Martyr to abstraction.
In this, my larval stage, I am afforded a comfortable geometric anonymity; from the side I am invisible, from the front, merely translucent. As my body begins, again, to seek dimension, I feel the edges bend towards each other, surrounding and containing the emptiness. This I call: Mine.
This emptiness which fills me, being lighter than air, propels me upward into a clear blue sky to float freely with the others of my kind—
A balloon, with no strings attached.
– David Updike