I was “called out” as a response to these writings that this individual “won’t get trapped into your circular logic”, as proposed. I certainly wouldn’t expect any to want to feel “trapped”, even though this you character is actually quite trapped, by it’s own admission, a spirit inside a physical presence (for example). It was so very important that a creator existed to them and that they (him/it, etc.) had a plan, that they weren’t out here alone floating on a giant rock with questions and no answers, a very human experience. This is a retort to that self imposed narrative many attempt to enjoy as a comfort.
There truly isn’t anything that can be removed from or added to being, or creation if you wish. There is no true precipice on which to stand, no respite, a constantly moving target. Any individual concept or thing is on equal footing at all times. Yet, equality is only ever mired by its retort, balance (a very humanly dual experience) is not required. A place is never a place alone, nor is time, self or any other things we think we’ve decide to examine. More importantly, there is no no-thing or no-place which remains stable throughout all moments, beside this, this one ineffable experience, not space, space/time or the like. In simpler terms, nothing, the very idea of it, is a convenient term for lack of something. Still a thing, paradoxically so.
We only ever own a thing as a mutual agreement, nothing more, nothing less, not even ourselves. The rent comes due and we’ve run out of currency and back the body goes (sorry, just being cheeky here). Regardless, we can only gain and lose through this without equal, a concept, a desire, a judgement, a train of thought, a memory, a moment. The idea of creation, by either a creator or by a boom, is literally prosperous, when examined throughly. I, whatever you consider a me, had no part in it, no decision was made to embark on this journey, nor did i need to instigate it in anyway. Yet, all things, even as a duality are not only extensibly connected, they simply cannot persist with the other, adichotomy (tao, god, etc.). It’s, at its best, a merry go round of pleasure and at its worst, of pain; and yet the middle remains, untouched, unbothered. You live here, we all do (everything) and we only get to examine its specificities, when we are invoked (inquired onto which) to do so and build upon by way of change as a perceptible need, this experience. These sentences could literally go on forever, and yet you are exactly what you were before and for eternity.
I’ve yet to hear back a response.