Infinity

You take a step backwards. The sun catches your eyelashes and breaks the light into intricate patterns and shapes of colors. The light passes trough your eyes and makes it’s way into your experience. You breathe in the freshness of the air, and the barrier of ice separating you from the rest of the world shatters into millions of crystalline shards, each reflecting the world in it’s entirety, each in it’s own way, but each of them as true and wonderful as any other. You sense the life that streams through you, and through everything else that is, and realize that everything is you, and that you are everything. For one moment you grasp eternity in your hand and infinity runs through your veins.

Vertigo

We exist in this world as threads strung from material we cannot see or comprehend. We are born into a world so alien to us that evolution has taught us to invent such ideas as meaning and purpose. We systemize and construct, label, order and judge so that we might find a way to navigate the ocean of our lives. Still, when a gust of fascination, love or spiritual insight blows our constructed filters and presuppositions away, we are left with an outlook on the universe as it really is, a wondrous mystery so mind-shatteringly complex and diverse that we can never in our limited lives hope to understand it by the power of logic or systemized thought. We can continue to build better models and descriptions, and they will continue to aid us, but we must open our eyes and minds to the incomprehensible mystery we take part in every second.We are all, no matter how we look at it, made of the same dust that floated through space eons ago. We are all connected, in our origins, in our lifes, in our actions and in our thoughts and feelings. Every thing that has ever been ripples trough the entire cosmos as invisible waves of creativity, manifesting itself as a rainbow of effects, interweaving itself with everything else that is and has been. Your being encompasses the entirity of the universe in itself. Still, when looked upon with our traditional way of understanding things, we stand as seemingly limited beings, without much influence on the universe, when we ponder how miniscule we are in comparison to the rest of the universe, our habit of assigning meaning to everything suddenly comes into conflict with what we are percieving. How can there be a meaning when our lives are so immeasurably tiny and irrelevant? The presuppositions we have used millenia to collectively build up, forces us to the edge of an vertigo-inducing existential gorge.But don’t let the vertigo scare you away, and back into your known way of understanding the world. Don’t invent a god to save you. Throw yourself into the gorge. Don’t take your eyes of the stars. Keep on gazing towards the end of the universe, and let your mind wander to the places you had no idea you could imagine. Forget everything you ever knew or thought you knew, and ask yourself the question, if the only thing there really is, isn’t your own experience, the conscioussness that grants you life. Free yourself of the restraint that there has to be a meaning to life, for you to be able to live it. There is no master-plan, no destiny and no one that judges you. All of these things are invented by human logic, or failed human logic, but you are not doomed to live by such presuppositions. You are a conscious being interconnected with all other consciouss and non-conscious entities in this universe, everything created in interplay with everything else. Essentially the entire cosmos is one large living, evolving being, constantly unfolding itself by the force of creativity. The only meaning you will ever have to derive from the universe is that a multitude of previous causes and reactions has led you and the world to where you are standing now. The rest is still unwritten. Realize this, and you will realize that you are free, and have always been.