Geometry of a Sugar Cube

There is a certain degree of tranquility in acceptance – the relief of a phase of transformation coming to an end, the end of a misfit moulding gradually – taking shape.

Have you ever seen a perfectly structured cube of sugar? How you can make out the individual granules and how you marvel at the way they hold on to one another in such strict discipline! They can reflect the beam of sunlight and they can fuse into absolutely tasteless liquids and transform them into something worthwhile.

When you pour boiling liquid over their near-euphoric dimensions, they do not crumble immediately. Maybe even they test their limits. Then, slowly – very gradually, you see the molecules dissociating. Their melting – almost a phenomena. And very rapidly, in the same disciplined way that they had been holding on to each other, they separate. They separate until you can no longer make out a definite structure; they separate until each part of it dissolves into a larger entirety. And suddenly, there is no distinction, no difference, no phase changes – because suddenly, everything is one.

Some mornings when I sip my coffee, I wish I was a sugar cube.