We are babes refusing to leave the breast.
Truth does not comfort—it dismantles. We mistake energy for home, anchoring our identity to a transient state of vibration. But energy dissipates. Bodies decay. And then what? Are we merely blood-bound vessels with minds—minds that themselves vanish with the brain? Or is the brain merely a nesting ground, a temporary host for something more enduring?
David Bohm, quantum physicist and philosopher, proposed that “thought itself is an actual process of movement.” If thought is movement, then perhaps mind is not a static entity but a migratory force—twisting through time, nesting in form, but never bound by it.
I suggest the mind persists beyond death. And if this is true for all, then perhaps all minds merge—one into all, all into one—in a new configuration of advantage, or perhaps disadvantage. Either way, the cycle continues.
This is Eternal Recurrence, not as Nietzsche’s moral test, but as cosmic rhythm. Tesla once said, “Every living being is an engine geared to the wheelwork of the universe.” We are gears in a recursive machine, released by death only to be re-imprisoned in form again.
We suckle like infants, refusing to be weaned, though we are well-aged. The average person knows nothing of origin. The myth of Adam and Eve still suffices, not because it’s true , but because science offers no safer alternative. As Richard Feynman admitted, “It is important to realize that in physics today, we have no knowledge of what energy is.”
Well-aged babes are dangerous. We wield technology without wisdom, cling to myth without metaphor, and feed from a mother—Earth—who has reached her point of diminishing return.
The world will wean itself. Not gently, but necessarily. And when it does, we will either awaken or collapse.
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