86-open, close

he spoke of opening and closing. he spoke of many things, things that my mind couldn't wrap itself around, couldn't fathom. the immensity of each word expanded into the cavern my brain is housed in, bouncing off the stalagmites and stalactites, echoing again and again into infinity, reflecting each letter off of the brilliance of the stars. he spoke of opening and closing, and i imagined my mind opening, closing. is there a time when we can learn the most, the best, fully? does the mind work like an eye, blinking open, shut, over and over ad infinitum, or is it all seeing, always peering into the wide library of the unknown, processing each detail and adding it to the collection, opening and closing each book to add a new entry.