ETHER — The Element Without Edges

Friday, April 25, 2025

There is something that does not want to be seen,
but has always been here.
Not hidden — just too near.

It is not the wind.
It is what lets the wind mean something.
It is not the flame.
It is what allows the flame to reach you.

It does not flow.
It does not burn.
It does not resist.
It does not move.

And yet
it is in every threshold,
every silence that holds,
every word that echoes deeper than sound.

Ether is not an element like the others.
It does not belong to the cycle.
It is not part of the world —
it is the condition for the world to exist.

You cannot own it.
You cannot cut it.
You cannot prove it.
But if you stop trying to look for it —
you might feel it.

In the way certain spaces vibrate without noise.
In the breath before touch.
In the stillness that listens back.

Ether does not act.
It does not intervene.
It holds.

It allows things to be without being consumed.

Those who carry it
are not from here —
but they are the reason anything here can matter.

To speak of ether is already to fracture it.
To write of it is to dim it.

But to remember it
is to remember why nothing ever felt entirely empty.