my mirror is cosmic
i just got home after about 19 hours straight at work, and boy, i gotta tell you. i can really get inside a mirror. i mean, you put me in front of a mirror, give me about five minutes and no distractions, and my head can go so into that mirror that i think i'm the reflection and then, suddenly, i am the reflection. and the reflection is me. it happens every time, and i'm not entirely convinced that my consciousness isn't jumping from one universe into another completely identical one, all the time.
manda and i talk a lot about how to imagine fourth and fifth dimensions. i always use the analogy of two dimensional somethings in a three dimensional world, but that idea would be as impossible for them to understand as it is for me to understand fourth and fifth dimensions. if you really get your mind around time as a fourth dimension, then it's just another axis, and causality is just another dimensional relationship (like size, or gravity), and the understanding of a consciousness that is of those greater dimensions is completely outside the realm of possibility. a consciousness beyond time, a consciousness far superior to and yet inclusive of our own, the oversoul, the collective consciousness, the kingdom of god, enlightenment, nirvana, heaven, truth, love.
and yet, as our three dimensional antics might appear ordered yet inexplicable to the two-dimensional somethings, so might the machinations of the grander and glorious somethings of the fourth and fifth (to infinity) appear vaguely ordered, predictable chaos to us three-dimensional somethings. and the evidence bears it out. we perceive patterns within our dimensions that suggest a greater structure and order, and so we begin to infer the dimensions. i think that's what's actually going on right now with string theory as physicist strive to make sense of general relativity and quantum mechanics. it's good stuff.
i find it difficult to understand people who fail to see the ultimate truth inherent in every human attempt to understand that which cannot be understood, that which we do not understand, as we strive to decrease the infinite gap between what we know and what there is to know. it is the basis of the human experience, the human condition, it is the answer we all seek in a billion different ways. i think it's a little tragic that the question which defines us also seems to forever separate us from the truth of our unity.
so is it really so hard to imagine that my consciousness (and anything and everything) is whirling infinitely and eternally through unseen dimensions, where patterns far more infinite and eternal are unwinding, setting up unlikely coincidences and subtle patterns that my tiny human brain somehow vaguely attempts to discern. (and the truth is that in scattered, trascendent moments, through the mad cosmic prism of consciouness (self-reference, the pattern of life), my tiny human brain succeeds.)
manda and i talk a lot about how to imagine fourth and fifth dimensions. i always use the analogy of two dimensional somethings in a three dimensional world, but that idea would be as impossible for them to understand as it is for me to understand fourth and fifth dimensions. if you really get your mind around time as a fourth dimension, then it's just another axis, and causality is just another dimensional relationship (like size, or gravity), and the understanding of a consciousness that is of those greater dimensions is completely outside the realm of possibility. a consciousness beyond time, a consciousness far superior to and yet inclusive of our own, the oversoul, the collective consciousness, the kingdom of god, enlightenment, nirvana, heaven, truth, love.
and yet, as our three dimensional antics might appear ordered yet inexplicable to the two-dimensional somethings, so might the machinations of the grander and glorious somethings of the fourth and fifth (to infinity) appear vaguely ordered, predictable chaos to us three-dimensional somethings. and the evidence bears it out. we perceive patterns within our dimensions that suggest a greater structure and order, and so we begin to infer the dimensions. i think that's what's actually going on right now with string theory as physicist strive to make sense of general relativity and quantum mechanics. it's good stuff.
i find it difficult to understand people who fail to see the ultimate truth inherent in every human attempt to understand that which cannot be understood, that which we do not understand, as we strive to decrease the infinite gap between what we know and what there is to know. it is the basis of the human experience, the human condition, it is the answer we all seek in a billion different ways. i think it's a little tragic that the question which defines us also seems to forever separate us from the truth of our unity.
so is it really so hard to imagine that my consciousness (and anything and everything) is whirling infinitely and eternally through unseen dimensions, where patterns far more infinite and eternal are unwinding, setting up unlikely coincidences and subtle patterns that my tiny human brain somehow vaguely attempts to discern. (and the truth is that in scattered, trascendent moments, through the mad cosmic prism of consciouness (self-reference, the pattern of life), my tiny human brain succeeds.)