I’ve been thinking a lot about meaning. Reality. Time. God. Heaven. Hell. Angels. Demons. The Beginning. The End. Truth.
I am 42 years old. I have spent 35 years of my life studying, learning, unlearning, relearning. I study constantly. And the more I learn, the more I realize how truly limited we are in what we know, in what we think we know, and what we can understand of our existence.
In the beginning, God created the four dimensions that we currently occupy. Space-time. A digital projection of reality inside the true physical reality which encompasses ten dimensions. For most of us, the pain and suffering we experience during this “experiment” will be the only pain and suffering we will ever experience during an existence which will never end. For the others, however, the suffering after this will be intense and without mercy, forever. The stakes of the choices we make here, in such limited time, will determine the fate of our eternal soul. The kind of car we drive, the work we do, the clothes we wear, the house we live in and all the stuff we have — none of it matter. Our bodies, made from earth, return to earth, and we move beyond these walls and into the permanent reality which we currently cannot see nor fully comprehend.
In the beginning… this universe, with its many echoes in multiverses, began as an empty room, like a warehouse or movie stage, constructed by God. He filled the room with light, which created quanta and ignited the creation of all things. His signature is evident everywhere we look. He is inescapable. And I am in awe.