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Each and every single one of us is so much more than we could ever imagine. At the most microscopic cellular level, we are quite literally the stuff of stars; the carbon of all of the stardust or the stuff of stars is within us all, deeply embedded in our DNA and genetic code. A sort of universal or cosmic Noah's arc if you will. In this way, each and every single one of us acts as an entire universe in our own accord, hence the idiom, welcome to my world; the sum 8 plus billion people roughly equating for the entirety, or at the very least as a partial glimpse into what a theoretical multiverse may look like. It seems almost impossible to express satisfactorily enough in words alone, but I am of the opinion, no the belief, that in a strict manner of speaking, that the smaller picture of the ways of things, or in what had been previously conceived as the great chain of being, parallels that of the larger portrait, more or less, to which I will briefly attempt to describe or depict to the best of my abilities. In short, I will try to summarize as best I can. I am no thing and everything all at the same time simultaneously. In the grand scheme of things, I am a mere infinitesimal speck of dust in the infinite manifold or expanse of space. I am nothing - an afterthought in an otherwise indifferent universe. In scientific terminology, I am the single solitary subatomic particle that is but a mere dot in the composition of the whole. Yet, in the most beautiful of paradoxes, I am all that is - the divine plan of the universe experiencing itself in infinite manifest forms; a subatomic atom that is at the same time an entire universe all unto itself. All of the stars, galaxies, and planets are at the same time within me; within all of us. And so this pattern continues on almost indefinitely into Infinitum, as if it were the universal law of all things around us that are readily perceivable between both you and me, even though we ever only perceive a mere .0036 of all things that are actually before, a sliver of the electromagnetic spectrum that is, but we rely so heavily on this one sense alone. And, just as all of the subatomic particles or atoms in my body, an estimated seven billion billion billion that is, combined constitute for all that I am, so too does it seem that all the individual parts of all spatiotemporal objects make up what is considered to be the universe, and quite possibly the multiverse, with each theoretical universal bubble or alternate universe acting as an entirely new subatomic structure, making up that in which we consider to from our terrestrial planet to be God, as if the entirety of the universe were the body of God. We were, after all, made in the image of God, and for this reason, we think him to be a man, but why then, are their so many similarities between the composition of man an that of entire cosmic bodies. An eye, after all, does so closely resemble that of a nebula. Nevertheless, it seems like a never-ending cycle of small things becoming larger, and vice versa, but so is the essence of infinity I suppose. Just when you think that you understand completely the nature of a thing that has no end to it, it sprouts out an entirely new dimension or manifold of the ceaseless abyss, to the point that one could quite literally get lost within in their vainglorious attempt to grasp such an expanse. And what does that say to us of any such conceivable astrophysical sentiments such as that of a point of singularity? And still, I am, and I am not, and so are you. Philosophy, albeit it is dead, teaches us that we cannot be that in which we can readily perceive. I could no more be a mountain, a lake, or a tree than I possibly could be my physical body, mind, thoughts, or the sum total of my actions because they can each of these things I can behold from my own perspective. But, if that is the case, how is it then that I exist, in my own mind, and in the minds of others, to which there is some one thousand versions of myself that live in the minds of others? According to this ideology, I should essentially evaporate into nothing, into thin air, for I can not be any of these things. But alas, while I can observe my physical form and all of these other things as it were, what I can not scrutinize under a microscope is that of my spirit, the essence if what lays inside me that we call the soul. Just as there is no way that I could inspect that in which we define as consciousness, or the collective unconscious, which combined, might as well be the thoughts of God, for he is all-knowing, which in its own way, interacts with the cosmos, the very ethers around us in an endless dance of quantum entanglement. It is for this reason that my neighbor says that I am a human being - this and that is what separates us from all of the animals in the animal kingdom, and so on and so forth and such and such. And, it is for this reason that I answer bluntly, no, we are spirits, that is spiritual beings experiencing a temporary human existence, in an infinite progression of past lives lived, and lives to be had. There really is no end to the many forms that the ever-present now, the ever-present essence of infinite can mold and shape itself into. In this life, I may be a poor or even rich poet, or a teacher, just as I could potentially be your worse enemy. But in the next life, I may be your best companion, in the color of a trusted and loyal feline cat, and in either case, I would be totally content, and none the wiser of the other. If energy can be neither created nor destroyed, how could one possibly argue anything other? Only one-third of the planet, roughly, believes in the concept of past lives, and it seems some scoff-able thing to consider, and yet the overwhelming majority believes that we will be angels, some better form of ourselves now that recalls this life and who we are, and yet at the same time, we fail to recall the life just previous when we were just newly created and residing within the seminiferous tubules. We have literally been suspended in the heavens for eons, and for many more eons to come - we look up at the stars as if we were searching for some home far far away, which it rightly is. It is our birthright, and yet we act like it is some alien and foreign thing that is only permitted to us in the blink of an eye within our lifespan upon death - our dying passage as it were. It is as if we have forgotten it, or undergone some strange and bizarre case of amnesia. Heaven, or the heavens, is merely a word to describe the universe, space, the cosmos, and the ethers that have always been all around us. The Andromeda Galaxy will continue to be our nearest galactic neighbor, just as the closest cepheid variable star, which is conveniently located in the Andromeda Galaxy, will remain at the same 83.6 parsecs away; or as Aquarius shall remain in its upcoming stage, or more specifically age, as will all its other contemporaries in due time. And it will continue in this way for quite some time, until they die out, and give birth to new and wondrous things in their own life-death cycle. This is just the way that things work. It is the circle of life, and with it, the acceptance of death, and that it is but a new beginning. Orion will no more jump ship, and reposition itself someplace other than that of guiding us where we need to go on a wayward night, then the earth is likely to transport itself at some other point in the solar system, or to some other solar system for that matter. Suns burn out, supernova, and become otherworldly objects and massive black holes, just as we developed and transformed from mere sperm and eggs to these unique ape-like creatures, and only heavens know what we will, in turn, reincarnate, transform into, or become upon our final breath. No two stars, or suns, die out in the same way or become the same thing, and it's the same with each and every single one of us. The universe works in-laws, and that is just but one of them. At present we are very much like the minuscule blood or sperm cell in the expanse of the universe, that is but navigating and guiding its way onward to the next level, plane, or realm of existence, in another sort of infinite cosmological cycle. In a religious context, each and every single one of us is as much a part of or an extension of God, like that of the walls that surround us, the grass beneath our feet, the water that is so vital for our survival, the breath in our lungs, or anything else around us for that matter. In a beginning, note the emphasis on a beginning as opposed to the beginning, there was a great primordial om; the universe seeking out all that it could become, and the answer is that of the space between you and me. I am the answer, and so are you, and it is for this reason that we need to come to learn to see ourselves our consciousness in the forms of others, and understand that that is universal consciousness, we all are, and that if we had lived their lives, we would have turned out just like them, and that we all really have the same wants, needs, and desires at the most primitive and rudimentary level.
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