Susurrations of the soul intensified with time. Music and rhythms waxed and waned and rounded thrice. Forms of consciousness swirled and cooled in spiritual broth, traversing the senses like petrichor and summer rain, vexing vainglories and self-servitude.
Surreal and serene, a Jovian chorus emanates from magnetized plasmatic fields, a bow-shock of Spirit and Cosmic Stream.
Like children castigated by karmic conscious strings, we focus and transcend locality beyond limits and time; Sine Qua Non for souls, inebriated hearts and maudlin moods and all things specious and sad.
We rise and then we fall, stardust-covered we breathe the morning light, immersed in photons, particulate waves of matter and energy, we breathe the incantation with each breath of life.
Transcendent we become. Bathed in splendiferous waves radiating from the sun, outward from the very fabric of God. Thus have we aspired to be, far beyond the meretricious makings of malicious-minded fools.
In the beginning, there was no space, and time was fuzzy. Oh and there was this Singularity.
This Singularity, being single, was granted extra syllables, which is how a simple word transforms into the infinitely complex creator of everything. Single becomes Singular becomes Singularity.
Try it out! Simple. Simplistic. Simplisticity. Ha! “Well, first we must understand the nature of simplisticity.” See how it works? We’re making science!
And this is how we deal with cosmic pickles. Like, where did everything come from? We have to account for the presence of matter, “which is neither created or destroyed,” which by definition suggests it is eternal. But nothing within the time-space continuum can be eternal, without being extra-dimensional. Matter is therefore not extra-dimensional, by definition. This, then, is a paradox.
When there is a paradox, we must find another explanation to resolve it, or else our current understanding is not balanced, not entirely cohesive. A theistic explanation satisfies by stating an extra-dimensional source of intellectual design is at play. However, an atheistic approach will never consider any acknowledgement of “design” which would allow for a “designer” (although I would argue that they do anyway, by assigning intelligence and omnipotence to “the singularity” and “evolution” and “nature”).
Everything in existence, we are told, is a product of random chaos (though we now know, even chaos possesses order). The model which most of “leading scientists” seem to promote is, in the beginning was The Singularity, a single point of time and space, which was all at once all-encompassing and non-existent, infinitely dense yet technically without mass. The concept, it seems, is that of a cosmic pustule stuck in the skin separating reality from non-reality. A great space vacuum or sort of phantom zone. There is no basis for this, except that an explanation must be made to explain what the atheistic model cannot explain through the lots-and-lots-of-time + lifeless-matter + random-chance = creation-of-everything model. The singularity, which didn’t exist, exploded, sending massive amounts of matter and energy into existence, causing the beginning of the universe, creating all the forces such as gravity and magnetism and electromagnetism.
And that, apparently, is how nothing created everything. That is one heck of a work of science.
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.