This is a thought between thoughts, so alone it is, but nonetheless, if you fancy #science, #parallel #universes, and the beyond that just might be within, well, this thought might mesh well with you. Also, if you like #god and #religion, you might like this. -- Mirror -- I am just going to throw this out there—and this is in reflection to the notion that space stretches as far as the smallest of all smalls—or the converging of two zeroes. Is it possible that when you look deep enough into a cell that you eventually find things getting bigger and bigger? In other words, imagine looking into a cell, and that eventually you look so deep that someone else appears to be peering through a microscope into that very cell. In more other words, imagine a very wide tunnel narrowing to its most narrow of points before expanding yet again into that very same wide. I only say this because I know that if I were to take the perspective of the cell, and thereby look up and towards myself, despite hypothetically being the smallest of all smalls in that cell, that the tunnel would indeed widen. Further, and this explains my stance or just the mentioning of this altogether, it would be foolish to believe that the tunnel can only widen in one direction. With this said, I feel it is very likely that the infinity I have come to encapsulate within this text—to give two measurable points—has just doubled in size. It still has two measurable points, but it has indeed become quite a bit more infinite. This is a fresh reflection, one that comes days before publishing this altogether—one many days fresher than even the preface to this book, let alone the epilogue. I would like to mention that someone recently posted a link on Facebook pertaining to the notion that the universe exists as we know it as well as in another state where it runs backwards in time. I didn’t read the piece. I believe I clicked on it, but I am rather certain that I only quickly salivated for the title. This kind of makes sense to me—this notion that we have a mirrored existence—a mirrored existence on many levels. In other words, the notion that the Apple iWatch will be released in the coming months, whereas in a universe so absolutely opposite to ours, this very event will be the elimination of the Apple iWatch. From our perspective, that seems awfully wrong, but it is right here that I remind you that we only do that which seems so very obvious to us, and so in essence, the same principle applies for this other universe as well. It’s so easy to get lost at this point, and I must admit that while I was taking the dogs out—between the previous paragraph and this one—that I could not connect all the dots. So to connect them, I must make one thing oh so very certain. That thing is the reality that things are not as instantaneous as they appear within the intimacy of our perspectives. In other words, the Apple iWatch is a result of all that came before it—just as the elimination of the Apple iWatch is the result of all that came before it—in more other words, the Apple iWatch is forever existent and nonexistent. Further, this example is a poor example in that it gives way to the notion that as the Apple iWatch is made available to the public in one universe, that it will in effect be made unavailable in our mirrored universe. But it is seemingly impossible to give you an example because repetition of absolutely everything leads to the reality that everything and everyone simultaneously creates and destroys absolutely everything and everyone—in our universe as well as in our mirrored universe. In other words, our universes only appear to be running in opposite directions when it comes to time, but in reality, they are both on the same path because at some point, each universe will in fact create the Apple iWatch—just as they will in fact destroy it. This notion of time running forwards and backwards only comes into play because when something is created in one universe, it is being destroyed in the other. And this can only get much more complex when you realize that this same thing occurs, by itself, in each universe—that creation leads to destruction and that destruction leads to creation. In conclusion of this paragraph, I would just like to make it clear that we will inevitably understand what it means to be going backwards in time, for as we move forward in time—we move backwards in time—, and this is the same scenario on the other side of the narrow. The only way I can condense this down is to repeat my belief that we literally are absolutely everything and everyone, despite always being ourselves. In other words, when I die, and we’ll just assume that I will die at the age of 100, I will not be instantly reborn into our mirrored universe in the way that you think. If that was the way things happened, well, then everything will have fully repeated itself in two-hundred years. What I believe happens is that—and this is where things become slippery again—I am slowly becoming myself again. I don’t become a baby when I am buried, but rather my molecules go about their way until their many bumpings and clamorings around result in the very me that writes the very this. It takes a very long time for this to all happen, but this all gives way to the notion that each moment is a big bang in of itself. And if you look around, we never see the explosion—and it is likely that we never will. It is so instantaneous and so balanced-out that it never really happens, despite each and every moment being the grandest of explosions of creation—of destruction. The beauty to this all, at least for me, is the reality that I am both a god and a devil in this universe, and that when one or the other, well, I end up simultaneously being the exact opposite in our mirrored universe. To further complex this, you must remember that my love is not love for everyone and that my hate is not hate for everyone. In other words, I cannot help but be infinitely absolutely everything and everyone. I cannot help but be both, and simultaneously so, in both universes. To take this a bit further, I would now like you to envision one of those color spectrum wheels—one of those digital color choosers that allow you to seemingly pick every imaginable color ever. For argument’s sake, I will hypothetically allow for every color to exist on this wheel. Now with this in mind, I want you to do away with the wheel, but to keep the colors—all of them. With only the colors, I want you to line them up. We’ll assume that absolute white is at one end and that absolute black is on the other end—and that every other imaginable hint, hue, or shade of whatever lies between—completes the spectrum. In being lined up I wish to make certain that each point is of only one color—not a mixture of colors—or in other words, each color is discernible or the smallest of smalls or for a lack of better words or examples, an absolute measurable point. Now I wish for you to double this spectrum line and to connect the two via a circle. It won’t matter whether you pair the black end with the other black end and the white end with the other white end, for that will inevitably become lost in itself very soon. Now twist it, just like the classic infinity sign: ‘∞’. I say that it doesn’t matter what ends are paired together because you must realize that when something becomes circular, all ends and beginnings are lost within themselves. So when you look at that classic infinity sign, it appears to be static, or as if the truest of beginnings and ends lies right smack-dab in the middle of the twist. And I must admit that when I was going to originally explain this, although that original is only a few moments old—only a few moments away from the perspective that is right now—that I was going to use clockwise and counterclockwise movement on a circle to do so. In other words, there is that one true moment of free will, and then one spectrum heads to the left (counterclockwise) and the other spectrum to the right (clockwise) until they come together and complete the circle. And in completing the circle, it ends—but in ending, there is another big bang that creates it yet again until the counterclockwise movement of one spectrum completes the circle with the clockwise movement of the other spectrum—at each big bang, they reverse their movement—or clockwise goes counterclockwise and counterclockwise goes clockwise. But again, you must remember that when something exists in infinity, even if it did indeed sprout from one true moment of freewill, that a circle has no beginning nor end—despite having them. I happily scare myself with this because I know that when I drop a bouncy ball on the ground that the reaction to such an action is just like the infinity of a circle—or in other words, the reaction must always follow the action and immediately so—and forever because it causes yet another reaction. Now dropping a ball is much different than one true moment, or one single and absolute color on that line containing the color spectrum. In other words, there is a small infinity of actions, reactions, and reactions occurring as that ball drops and bounces until it needs to be picked-up again—and here I must make certain the reality that even the non-bouncing or seemingly inactive ball is forever in action—is forever creating reactions. When it comes to a real moment or one single color, well, it just leads to another moment—another color. With this in mind, it becomes obvious, at least for me, that time stands still—forever—, for if each absolute color, or each moment, is forever fluctuating between clockwise and counterclockwise, well, stillness is all that results. And the beauty to this is that we obviously feel that nothing is still at all—we obviously feel as if we are forever in motion. The only way I can explain this is by everything and everyone being absolutely everyone and everything. In further other words, each color on that spectrum represents your soul from moment to moment, but even here, I must remind you of the intense reality, that we feel as if we are individuals amongst individuals. What I am getting to, is the reality that each color on that spectrum represents true individualism, or in the terms of the intimacy of the very us, each color represents the collective individualism of absolutely everything and everyone. In short, the me that writes these very words, if you allow me to hypothetically encapsulate this self, that stretches quite a few moments, into one solitary moment, exists forever—is still. This is so because there is a moment that goes clockwise to my counterclockwise and counterclockwise to my clockwise. I only progress in this self that I think is me, because I am forever becoming absolutely everyone and everything—despite never knowing it—despite knowing it right in this very moment. Why don’t I just stay still in the me that is me in the right now of right now? Well, I do in the sense that I am, as you are, literally everything and everyone in each and every moment, but I don’t in the sense that I cannot help but be blind in thinking that I am an individual all by myself—that I am somehow always me and never anyone else. In a sense, I guess it would be easiest to think of each moment as a universe in of itself, in that each moment is forever present—is forever still. We travel through time and between universes, but only because we are blind to the reality that we literally are everything and everyone in absolutely every moment—every universe. When I die? Well, to be an asshole, I never really die. But in terms of dying when it comes to the intimacy of our very own perspectives, I feel that I just become another color—just as I feel I am forever becoming other colors, even as I exist as this self that appears to be the same me when it comes to the intimacy of our very own perspectives. Now take that twisted circle—that well-recognized symbol for infinity—and just untwist it altogether. I ask you to do this because I am asking you to realize that our mirrored universe is as in front of our face as the front our face is. Now take that circle and fill that hole, because let’s face it, a hole between it all feels some sort of empty. It gives wind to the notion that there is something else—that there is more to it altogether. In filling it, you are left with this: ‘.’. You are left with a period—the end of something, but the beginning of something else—the beginning of yet another something that will have an end in of itself. I condense it as such, into one small little point, because you must remember that every color on that spectrum—that every moment in these universes—is a result of themselves. They are the effects that cause each other and in effect the cause and effect that results in their very solitary selves. Something so small—something so big—simultaneously so—the duality of absolutely everything and everyone. How can I be so confident that this true? How can I possibly feel that my faith is not faith, but rather just knowledge, despite faith still being necessary? Well, I call your attention to the reality that one color on the color spectrum is as different to its two most adjacent colors as you are to your two most adjacent moments—as your soul is to its two most adjacent souls. I reel this perspective in and make it more intimate when I ask you to look up at the stars or into some cytoplasm. I reel it in more when I ask the ninety-year-old to look at their baby picture. At some point, if you can swallow any of this, you just begin thinking that every cycle is a full cycle. For some, it is day and night. For some it is full moon to full moon. For some it is the seasons. But I remind you that the colors of tomorrow are forever not the colors of today. Sure, there is similarity—ridiculously deceiving similarity—, but if you were to see our Earth from an unimaginable amount of miles or kilometers away, you would see no change at all—if anything at all. When the colors of today become the colors of tomorrow, we are already too well lost within ourselves and within absolutely everything and everyone else. In becoming everything, we unbecome everything as well, despite just literally being everything and everyone in absolutely every moment. There is a reason we are not hit with the same weather everyday. There is a reason we are not hit with the same storms or the same new technologies every single year. The reason is duality. In standing perfectly still, we cannot help but move this way and that way—clockwise and counterclockwise. And as it just hits me now, I think the best example is to just go look at a pile of some immovable solid. Go look at the mountains or some big mighty rock. See how still it is, but at the same time, I wish for you to realize how small that rock is when everything else is taken into account. If you put that rock under the microscope, you will inevitably see the clockwise and counterclockwise movements within—the movements that never stop, despite this rock just sitting there year after year. This is how something inevitably exists in duality. You see the same rock everyday, but I must remind you that that rock is a different shade in each and every moment—that each of the smallest of all building blocks within that rock is a different shade in each and every moment. Static, but not so static.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 21:53:25 +0000
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