My cat loves to be spun around on an office chair until he’s purring with dizziness. He meows for this every day, often several times a day.
Lately, I’ve imagined that the chair is really a machine that can spin him through the veil into another universe–just for that brief time he’s actually in motion–and I wonder what he sees. Maybe his alternate self! Or maybe alternate me. Possibly deeper knowledge than any of that; answers he can’t communicate.
It could be that other universes lie within the eyes of cats. When you look close, their eyes are tiny galaxies with a black hole at the center. Perhaps things come and go, and are born and reborn, deep within the eyes of a cat.
Or maybe I’ve had too much coffee today. Likely, but it’s still fun to think about.