Fractals. Nature. Thought. It would appear to me that I could always trust nature. When I say trust, I mean rely. Consistency always stands out to me. Although I have a hard time staying consistent in my own life, in my own eyes, [funny however, because those who are close to me say that consistency is my strong point.] I respect and honor consistency with the utmost sincerity. Especially the Earths consistent state of change along with its astounding ability in the art of sustainability. Why the talk of repeating patterns and branching pathways paving new direction? Because a thought dawned on me... Consciousness… Consciousness would then need to follow the same rules along with matter, correct? In the aspect, that if you choose to see the universe in a way that it is systematic, calculated, and persistent as hell; The pattern starts simple enough early on in the stages of components aiding in the more complex and animated Earth you see before you today. With that fact acknowledged [at this point creation or not], you learn very quickly to trust and expect certain things from nature. Examples of such behavior are as follows: Gravity holds the apple to the ground, so you dont need to worry about losing it in that nature. The ocean will hold the sea life and land, will hold us. The sky is blue, to the normally functioning human eye, and magma can pretty much melt anything in its path. Now a little more complex: You need to breath IN along with OUT, at least if you want to have a good oxygen rich day. The sun coming up will bathe the bright side of the planet with much needed light and warmth …and the night time will not only allow passage to a new dawn, but also replenish and allow an entirely new set of species flourish. While explaining just these simple things my mind is already brimming with the beauty and sheer magic of the world around me, none-the-less, I will continue on. That is what humans tend to do after all, is it not? So now I bring myself to this. Cycle. When the sun goes down does it die? Or is it somewhere else giving light? When it explodes does it die? Or does it exist within the very words in front of you? When you look at your hand today, thanks to modern science AND religion, you can safely say your creator is with you every step of the way. Whether you give the credit to the stardust that makes up your physical being or an infinite consciousness described by the one word, God, you realize that… No, the star has not died. So this is where it gets blurry for me... Back to the trust in nature, the consistency of change, the death bringing life. When the sperm goes towards the egg, was it not already born within the body that held it? Did it not experience a journey from darkness to nourishing womb which ushered it into the light? Did it not reach a destination and pass on only to become something more? At this point if I were to believe the world was a cold and random place with no reassurance of life after death, these small observations are enough to change my mind. That is of course, beside my point still. We know the answer, it does not end there and instead, life begins. The star, the breath, the apple, the day into dusk, the journey of one seed, the process of human reproduction… Im starting to see a pattern. Once again I confirm, that I can indeed trust nature. I can also trust that something at any point can change it all and that we would just be along for the ride and can not escape that fate. So do I worry about when I will die? Not a chance. Do I feel the weight and importance in each and every moment I am given? You bet your ass! I end with this last thought. Thought… Thought is my last thought. As I have gone through life I have learned lessons from elders, lessons from youth, lessons from nature, love, life, and even myself… Are these thoughts final? No… Just like everything else I can trust natures rules to hold true in thought. How many times have I been astonished by re-visiting a thought and seeing it unfold even more through a heightened and more experienced state of consciousness? How many times have we revisited a song, book, movie, or belief and experienced the same thing? It happens quite often. It leaves you feeling ignorant and humbled. It leaves you feeling like the amazing acknowledgment you have made will also pass on and change. I find comfort in that. Why? Because, what has scared me most about the world was our devastating inability to pinpoint an absolute - yet reckless behavior in pointing them out. You cant prove the existence of a creator anymore than you can prove your plain of consciousness is absolutely true to the world around it. You cannot prove that the color red exists to the blind, anymore than you can prove exactly what an orange tastes like to another soul. The thought used to terrify me, but now comforts me. It helps one realize what they have been given and doesnt always need to be shared. So with that said… I shall not preach, persuade, or even suggest anything I am saying is solidified in any way. I can, however, vocalize how grateful I am. Each and every one of us CONTAINS an entire universe as much as we live WITHIN one. So I leave you with this. New thoughts are not born, they do not die. They are simply retrieved and let go. They pass through you and do not define you. Just like the nature of everything else in the universe, thought can be both cyclical and branched out. Thoughts can be shaped, strengthened, and snuffed out by human will alone. Thoughts… are indeed, infinite and finite systems defining each other and the world around us. The things we have learned as a species have brought this one individual to believe that a mind, does not need a body. It tells me that consciousness is unbridled, needs no body, and awaits only to be temporarily received. This elusive and eternal I that continues to stand behind thought and realize them as separate from myself, is indeed what I call… The soul.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:29:54 +0000
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