Of the mind
This being my first and maybe only “blog” post (read: future unknown), I’m going to dive right into the idea that the universe is literally telling us what/how/where and who we are. We have nothing but “receipts” to prove it. Words are in the spirit of information.
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.
Here’s Tom with the weather – Bill Hicks
Energy is, in fact, infinite movement, instant and always *on*. It’s this movement (for lack of a better term) as to why stuff is stuff and, its inverse, its lack (space). Objects appear and disappear, giving stuff a presence. It’s our relativity of this rate, of which we experience/perceive time. aka, Time isn’t Real -Grabbitz (and many others).
Truly empty space, energy’s inverse. An infinite lack of all movement, is forever “forcing matter” together (gravity). There is no perfect duplicity that can persist (not two). Reflections are entangled.
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth. The named is the mother of ten thousand things.
Excerpt from Tao Te Ching – Translated by D.C. Lau – Introduction by Sarah Allan
There’s not much particularly special about big bangs, they happen often, even as they vary in size and positions. To an ant, a firework is somewhat similar to our experience of a bomb of some similar variety, not divisibly so.
Science tends to believe (i use believe, as it’s extremely unbelievable to me) that there are actual basic elements “out there”. It’s perfectly fine to ponder, yet as a practice, it’s all only this (a practice).
Circumference (π) is a mathematical representation of “forever random”. You can toss a handful of sand on the surface to experience this.
Nothing is no-thing (it doesn’t exist, is an imagined representation of lack). A black hole, is never 0, as it dissolves to “empty” space.
We don’t care for simple descriptions, we can never settle for them, as we (the royal we of stuff) are always and ever at the precipice of creation, there is no other.
We as independent beings cannot force this to be a truth for any other, for the other is inseparable from self. adichotomy of being. There is no other truth than this.
