A Girl And Her Horizon

A five-year girl would not know of complex mathematical equations, but she knows of God and in a way, she knows what it is like to have faith. Yesterday, she was rewording to me what she’s been told and what she believes. The world and the sky and the stars at night are all part of God’s creation she said. The universe is so big that I will never find its end. She talked about creation with such passion that I started to envy her faith. I wondered how she would feel if she learnt the intrinsic mechanisms of things, from the power generating houses of mitochondrias to the helium gases of the sun. I thought to myself how it would fill me with a curious joy to begin to understand like she does. A unit of knowledge taken in completely along with the mystery it carries. She asked me if I knew about love. I did not know how she meant so I answered that I did not. She said her mom told her that it was like the horizon; the sky meeting the earth. “But the sky does not touch the earth,” I said. She rolled her eyes as if she knew that it does not. I asked her if she meant that love is like the space between the sky and the earth. But she didn’t answer. After a while she asked me if I had been there, to the horizon, the end of the earth touching the sky. I answered “No, I haven’t been.”. “Then how would you know?” she asked.