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Our Place in the Universe

Every so often, from time to time, I get great encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer from the reminders that make the rounds about how earth is situated in a very insignificant remote outpost of our galaxy. I love this reminder. I love the reminder of the perspective it gives us. For only a complete and total fool would assume or presume some kind of humanity-centric significance afforded us by a master of such a galaxy in existence in such a universe! And the universe is well versed. Believe me. And old.

The encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer particularly apply to the great delusion of those who rely upon such a chosen significance of special destiny, privilege and, hence, a cornucopia of arrogantly assumed stewardship-type responsibility and ownership. These people are engaged in a fear-driven dead desperation of panic-grasping at an assurance in delusion of centrality. There is no Brownist, no puritan, no Evangelist, no “Christian” “Nationalist” able to stand upon any firm ground at all in their belief system, much less in that which they condemn in the perspective of the desperately hopeful gaze into the counter-factual fairy-tale countenance of this belief system.

But I don’t want to be bitter. Or to sound bitter. Or even to be understood as bitter, for that matter. Though the importance in significance of how I am understood is the least of all that matters. I love the great encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer that a good perspective brings! I’ll leave it at that. I’m glad that the reminders make the rounds from time to time.

However, this time, I was thinking about the unimaginable perspective of our place in an infinite universe. Like the contemplation of any one life – no matter how long blissful or how long dreadful, painful and suffering – within the context of eternity of time:  the life could not be located on any pictorial graph of that eternal timeline.  It simply couldn’t register on something that unimaginably vast. So much like this insignificance of a lifetime and the futile attempts to make it register or count in the eternal picture is the attempt to place any inhabitable or uninhabitable globe or orb or other configuration of space debris within this infinite system as an outpost. There are no such outposts in the infinite universe. Each and every point in said infinite universe can be centric: thought of and known as the center. Or not. Decidedly and undoubtedly not. It is only in our galaxy that we are a remote insignificant outpost. In our infinite universe we are of a Schrödinger’s nature. We don’t exist to the same extent that we exist. We don’t register to the same extent that we do register. We can be identified and found to the same extent that we can’t be identified and/or found. How brilliantly insignificant is that!? Chosen nation indeed.

Two Essays From a Friend


Essays courtesy of tmr

I’ve been trying for the longest time to communicate my spiritual beliefs in a compact way that might have a chance of getting through.

I think I’ve finally come across something very simple and succinct that captures it:

Inside of me is something that lives eternally that will leave my body and continue eternal life after what is laughably thought of as my demise (or my death). This ‘something’ is indistinguishable from God.

And I am not better than anyone else. This something indistinguishable from God is inside each and every one of us, regardless of creed, heritage, culture, doctrinal certainties, skin colors, sex, species, etc and anon.

That’s it.

Simple.

That’s me.

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To parse my recent spiritual insight a little more I will go on for a bit more. Those steamed vegetables and rice really put me in a good pensive serene mood, actually.

So, this part of me that is indistinguishable from God . . .

I said, of course, that this same part belongs to everyone, regardless of a whole number of varying qualifiers. That would make it relative by definition. It applies, too, to everyone no matter where you might stick your wick or what other things you might get up to with or without a wick, be they satisfying and/or celebratory or be they unsatisfying, disturbing and/or shameful.

And it is the same. By same I do mean an intricately connected quantum spirit cosmic sameness that very few can experience or would acknowledge. No matter. It is not matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t amount to matter. It is transcendent to matter. (So what if it did?)

And I can relate to this with a couple of life experience examples. It is the same indistinguishable part in me that is/was in my friend who occasionally would be distraught and desperately grasp for the key to spirituality and recognize it in say, for example, the music of Bono or the spirituality and Church-going seriousness of some other celebrity or other. I could see the struggle surface up, but I couldn’t help. I could never quiet the situation. I could never provide the answer that would quell the unrest. This friend ended up pleading the second upon himself during the holiday season one year. Even after this incident, condemned as this friend most likely is to being a trapped ghost for the remainder of his appointed days of physical life on earth, no matter what reckonings with karma he has collected like my seashell collection, this friend still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

This other person who for fifty years has been probably the only person from Jeanerette who turns out to have been on a wavelength that is truly compatible with my wavelength has remained connected in wavelength though distant and estranged physically for all these years. We have barely even brushed together physically to be clear. This particular friend has committed with all devotion to a personal evangelical relationship with Jesus and more than likely is certain that I am condemned to an eternity of fiery burning in hell because I patently do not commit to such a convoluted arbitrary political thing, still more than likely this said person regularly prays for my redemption in the blood of the Sicilian bargain of ransom brought about in such a graphic and brutal way in the sacrifice of the human. This loving person, too, still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

And I would tell these people and all who might deem to listen that Jesus the person is not Christ the spirit. And our living connection, that eternal part that is indistinguishable from God, connects us all to the radiant spirit of Christ regardless of all other disqualifiers, no matter how eternally deadly serious doctrine might take those active or passive disqualifiers to be.

Excuse me while I kiss the concept of the sky.