Take time, take space. Take the time and the space to consider your position within them.
Take a moment to consider boundaries or the lack thereof of these concepts of chronology and distance.
Finite or infinite? For either to be finite makes little sense. If there is a boundary then something must lie beyond. You could say that space, at
least, is curved but then you need to wonder ‘curved around and within what?’ and then have another direction to move in, more space to travel.
Time doesn’t even have a curve being linear in it’s nature.
However, if either of these things are infinite then how can it be possible to move within them? The distance between any two points within infinity
must also be infinite. We would never be able to get anywhere. In fact with infinity, there can be no within. All places and all times would be the
same place and the same time. All things would be here and now.
This apparently is not the case. While I am typing this, and while you read it, time has progressed. The seconds and minutes (and, if you are a
particularly slow reader, the hours) have continued their inexorable progression. You can get up, wander over to the fridge, get a drink and wander
Apparently not the case, but there you have it. All places are here, all times are now. All that has happened is happening right now. All that will
happen is happening right now. In fact nothing has ever happened at all
“Nuh uh” I hear you say “Lots of stuff has happened that isn’t happening right now. History is full of it!”
Well, no it isn’t. It is an illusion, albeit a very powerful one. What you think you see is not what you are really seeing. Who you think you are,
is not who you really are. All things are here, all things are now, all things are You. Not you, the little you perceiving this message, but You that
are all things and the only thing. The you that is perceiving itself as something separate from all other things is You viewing yourself
It is all an illusion, but that isn’t to say that it is false, it just isn’t entirely true. It is incomplete.
So who, or what, are you? Are any of us? For want of a better word, we are all God. We are God looking at It’s own face, at It’s own reflection,
dreaming that we are somehow separate from what We really are.
This thing that is God, it is everything and the only thing and You are it.
Just thought I’d share.