Nothing moving equals cold and vibration is heat (or so we’re told).
Absolute zero is said to be known but ultimate heat has yet to be shown.
Is infinite motion the same as its lack?
And who is to say what’s white and what’s black?
And who is to guess where the lines are drawn?
And why do we pray when desires go wrong?
Opposites are just extreme limits of a single thing.
This in turn, itself and end and so on ad infinitum.
What do you ultimately believe in?
Do you believe in God? Do you believe in science? Do you believe in democracy? Do you believe in evolution? Do you believe in life after death? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in You? Do you believe in a lot of different things?
I believe I’m about to puke.
Believing is crippling yourself! It’s a made-up answer that you put in the place where knowledge should be. Don’t go around believing in things! You either know or you don’t know. Period. Belief is a clinging. Faith however is letting go. Faith rocks.
Enlightenment; Cosmic Consciousness; Awakening, Illumination; Samadhi; Born Again; The Holy Grail; The Pearl of Great Price; The Philosopher’s Stone.
These are some of the names given at different times and places to describe something that cannot be described plainly in words because it is a state of knowledge that is beyond the reach of words and symbols. It is not something that can be taught directly from one person to another. You must figure it out for yourself.
“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink.”
“Those who Know do not say. Those who say, do not Know.”
Despite the truth that lies behind the words above, I’m going to give it the old Invisible College try. None of what follows will ultimately make sense. That’s the point here. It is important that the reader understand that the Thing referred to above is paradox itself. This is the meaning behind the symbol of the pyramid topped by an eye. The edifice of Understanding is built upon logic. Each layer becomes smaller as our understanding becomes more refined.
Eventually we pull it all together to reach the very pinnacle and then suddenly, at the very peak of attainment…the bottom drops out and we find ourselves going back down. So we turn around and climb back up only to plunge over the top and then down again… Finally it dawns on us that logic has a limit. It can only take us so far…
This is the Knowledge symbolized by the open eye.
At that point, you Know with a capital “K” what you are and what the world around you is. The point here is that this all-important piece of knowledge can be reached through logic. By simply thinking it all through. Call it meditation or contemplation or whatever you want. That’s why I prefer the term “Philosopher’s Stone”. It can be attained by thinking about reality and just like in the old tales of alchemy, once you have it, you can change dross into purest gold. And the world around you into the Kingdom of Heaven…
Give to me an enemy to test my hard-bought steel.
See the pyres, funeral fires become the price of zeal.
Show to me the lone and free contained within myself.
Old men wise but still they die, scattering their wealth.
Free, I loved the stars above reflecting in my eyes.
Yearning long, I sang my song for those above the sky.
Darkness lined, a hollow mind is hiding in the wood.
Lost the past and sinking fast, still, all in All is good.
Wide-eyed born the unicorn no longer treads the earth.
Dead-eyed ghost revered the most, measuring our worth.
Lonesome trail has spun this tale, a man alone and weak.
Filled with guile, brought to trial, stuttering, I speak…
“All the wise are telling lies to point you to the place;
far above the seat of love, matter, time and space.”
“Grampa?” asked the little boy, “Whatcha lookin’ at?”
The old man looked down from his rocking chair on the porch and smiled.
“Hey Abe. Your mamma know you’re out here this late?”
“Yeah. Her and Daddy are just watchin’ a bunch of guys shootin’ each other on TV. I don’t like seein’ that stuff.”
“Don’t blame you boy. Don’t care for that stuff myself. Scares you does it?”
The boy climbed up on his grandfather’s knee. Putting his head back on the old man’s chest, he wrinkled his nose and said matter-of-factly, “Naw. Daddy says its all fake. They use ketchup that looks like blood. I don’t like stuff if it’s fake.”
The old man started rocking the chair again. His gaze returned to the velvet night sky overhead.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” repeated the boy.
“Just making sure all the stars are where they should be.”
Abe laughed. “How many stars are there Grampa?”
“Well,” said the man, taking a draw off his pipe, “They say we can see about 2000 of them. But the universe really goes on forever.”
“Yoonverse?”
“U-ni-verse. The whole big place we live in.”
The boy opened his mouth as if to say something more but then changed his mind. The two of them rocked in silence for a while.
“Grampa?”
“Yes, Abe?”
“How many are there?”
“Stars?”
“No, universes.”
The chair stopped rocking. The old man kissed the back of the boy’s head.
“Now that’s a good question.”
Abe grinned. “Are there a lot of different universes, Grampa?”
“Infinite,” whispered the man.
“What does that mean?”
“It means they go on forever and ever.”
“Just like the stars?”
“Just like the stars.”
The boy was quiet for a minute. Then he asked, “So everything’s real? None of it’s fake?”
“What do you mean, Abe?”
“Well, if everything is forever, then whatever I see when I close my eyes must be real somewhere.”
“You mean like dreams?”
“Yeah! Make-believe stuff must be real somewhere.”
“Umm, well, I wouldn’t go that far, Abe.”
“But I can! I can go anywhere and I can be anything and it’s all real!”
The old man said nothing for many long minutes. Then he tapped out his pipe and put it in his pocket. Rocking forward, he gathered the boy in his arms and stood. Then, casting one last look up at the infinite sky, he carried the boy inside and put him to bed.
Later, sometime in the night, the god-boy died, the ghost of a grin on his cold little lips.
We humans are self-examining creatures to one extent or another. We wonder who we are and why we’re here. Were we created by some Being and put here for a purpose? Or is this universe of ours merely the result of blind chance? The questions are myriad because this thing we call “reality” is so immensely complex. What is consciousness? What is real? What am I? What is good and evil? Is there a God?
Many people almost never confront these questions, sensing perhaps the foolishness of pecking away at their own existential foundations. Others will ask the questions, genuinely wanting to know who they are and how they fit into the puzzle. The task of figuring this out however is both arduous and frightful. The desire to know the Truth must overcome the desire for self-preservation. If it does not, the seeker will eventually fetch up in a religious cul-de-sac. Diverted from the quest to know the Truth by a belief (placed by themselves or by others whom they trust) that cannot be questioned for fear of…whatever. In this category we can place the believers of religion as well as the believers of no religion (atheists). The more honest response to this inability to comprehend reality is to admit to ignorance and leave it there. These are the agnostics.
There is another type of person for whom believing is not enough. There are those who burn to Know the Truth. They are willing to consider every possibility and to face every fear. It is for them that this site is created.
What goes up must come down
but only if the world is round.
Einstein’s relativity
has made a perfect mockery
by pointing out the countless flaws
in what we took for natural laws.
The block-heads who insist their brains
are separate from the other things
will fear the thought that All is Void
(for freedom gets them quite annoyed).
There’s comfort in this rigid stance,
the peace conferred by ignorance.
There’s danger though, to realize
the mechanics of a man who dies.
For once we lose our fear of death,
why bother draw another breath?
The love of life quite naturally
steals our immortality.
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