They say one must take a moment or two to “look at the ceiling”. Well they did not ask us to gaze, but to visualize the possibilities; the maximum limits; the places where we’d like to be.
This is what I see when I look at the ceiling. Guess what it is? Stupid question, it’s a wind chime that does not sing.
From this view I see it as a shell with many shells; as a bunch of flowers; anti-gravity threads; a water fountain. What do you see?