I couldn’t shake the Divergent trilogy off my head. It’s been almost a week since I read the entire series. There was something about Tris’ reaction to the vastness of the world that amazes me.
When she first flew on a plane, she was astounded by the realization that she actually lived in a very small place and there is a big, big world outside the only world she knew all her life.
What I didn’t expect is to know that I have been a person standing in a house that I can’t even see from here. That I have walked a street among hundreds—thousands—of other streets.
What I didn’t expect is to feel so, so small…
I look out the window again, taking slow, deep breaths… And as I stare out at the land, I think that this, if nothing else, is compelling evidence for my parents’ God, that our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.
So small as to be negligible.
It’s strange, but there’s something in that thought that makes me almost… free.
Jojo Agot 