the wonder of the small

Some discussion today about the idea of islands, both physical and metaphorical. I am enchanted with the idea that an isolated land mass or state of being provides ground for witnessing both condensed and expansive versions of life on a larger scale. But in the end, the island is connected to places or beings outside itself; the island always exists in relation.

The last stanza of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's poem Space seems relevant to this:
"A word falls in the silence like a star,
Searing the empty heavens with the scar
Of beautiful and solitary flight
Against the dark and speechless space of night."