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7/13/2011 5:51:42 PM

Some thoughts for food :)


Since my motherís passing I have been thinking a lot about when I will see her again.  God, I miss her.  Growing up, my concept of reality, of birth, life and death and the hereafter, assumed that time was linear, that time progresses steadily, evenly, and at the same pace for everybody. 


I assumed that this was the only world and that Heaven was the only Nirvana, the only other-worldly existence.  But we humans know instinctively that there are other worlds, other dimensions, and that we may in fact be living out parallel lives in parallel universes.  And I donít think that humans, or animals, things we can see, are the only beings that exist in this universe.  They are just the only other beings we can sense here on earth where we need to see, feel and touch. 


We are so much more than bodies.  It seems only natural that we can have other lives in other worlds, other universes and other realities that are not governed by the same set of laws as we are here on Earth or in this universe.  And so it is with music.  My mother always told me there would be other worlds to sing in.  There must be radiant music in many different forms.


This universe is finite, and so it has boundaries, it has an edge, an inside, and an outside.  The perimeter of the big bang continues to expand, but it does have its limits.  We exist inside those boundaries and the physical laws that govern us exist inside those boundaries: everything from Newtonian mechanics to Quantum mechanics. 


But what exists outside of that universal boundary?  And how could we ever perceive it?  How can the sphere convince the circle that there is more to the world than the circle?  For when the circle looks at the sphere, it only sees another circle.  It cannot know except in using its imagination that such a creature as a sphere might exist.  I think weíre that way inside also.  The qualities we have most abundantly inside may be the first we notice in the next person.  So, too, the qualities we deny in ourselves, our shadow, may well be the first thing we see in someone we instinctively donít like.  And so we too might look at a sphere and question what a hyper-sphere might look like.  We cannot know.  We can only imagine. And so the same is true with our concept of life, of death, of birth, and re-birth, and missing inner qualities, both negative and positive, that we do not possess. 


Consider antimatter, wherein things are in parallel universes with a set of events and a set of circumstances that mirror the events here but are in fact the opposite.  For example, the electron has an opposite, an antimatter twin called the positron, and in this world we have been able to generate its existence, but only briefly because when they meet their opposite they annihilate each other in this dimension. 


And this seems to be where faith comes in.  This is the belief, or conviction, of a principle of an entity that has no scientifically verifiable proof.  Or does the proof already exist where we are not looking at it in the right way?  For example, the phases of the moon, the eclipses of the sun and of the moon, the retrograde motion of the planets in the night sky combine to hint that the world is round and is not the center of the solar system, or that the world is round and we revolve around the sun.  I would like to think that eventually we all, including me, will know the truth behind these existentials and for me, when I do find these truths with Godís guidance, I hope to find my mother there.


I miss thee, my Mother!  Thy image is still the deepest impressed on my heart. ~ Eliza Cook



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