As my coffee turns my head to euphoria...
So I was drying my hair yesterday, and I got to thinking (because what else do you do when you're drying your hair?). If there is a God, then he/she/it is supposedly infinite, right? No beginning, no end. But we're measuring that by our criteria for time, which most certainly are not the same as God's criteria. We're so used to this cycle of life and death that we assume everything just goes in one big line. There's a point at which it begins, then a bunch of space where stuff happens, then the inevitable ending point. But that's only here on Earth. And even that system is theoretical (there are tons of theories about afterlives and reincarnation).
Really, who's to say that we're not all infinite, in a sense? I mean, do you remember a single point at which your mind all the sudden came into being? For me, it kind of feels like I've always been here. I know that I haven't, or at least I have a good idea that I haven't, because people tell me that I haven't, and they tell me about all of this history that happened before I came around. But I only accept that because I have little choice but to accept it. To be honest, I wouldn't be all that shocked if someone told me I was the only living thing here (Kilgore Trout style). I have no idea how my mind came into being. I can accept that my body is a series of biological systems, and I can accept that my senses are just electrical impulses, but it's really hard for me to believe that my mind came into being because of a spermy mixing with an egg. (Hence the foundation for my belief that there probably is some sort of supreme being.) So I don't feel like there ever really was a beginning point for me. And I sure as hell doubt that I'm going to be consciously aware of my ending point. And what is reality, other than each person's perception of it? So in my mind, I'm kind of infinite, in the sense that I am not able to experience my beginning or my end.
So that either makes a) God infinite in only the same sense as we are, b) all of us a collective god, or c) no difference whatsoever to any kind of theological belief. I'm going to go with c, but it was a fun hair-drying thought.
Really, who's to say that we're not all infinite, in a sense? I mean, do you remember a single point at which your mind all the sudden came into being? For me, it kind of feels like I've always been here. I know that I haven't, or at least I have a good idea that I haven't, because people tell me that I haven't, and they tell me about all of this history that happened before I came around. But I only accept that because I have little choice but to accept it. To be honest, I wouldn't be all that shocked if someone told me I was the only living thing here (Kilgore Trout style). I have no idea how my mind came into being. I can accept that my body is a series of biological systems, and I can accept that my senses are just electrical impulses, but it's really hard for me to believe that my mind came into being because of a spermy mixing with an egg. (Hence the foundation for my belief that there probably is some sort of supreme being.) So I don't feel like there ever really was a beginning point for me. And I sure as hell doubt that I'm going to be consciously aware of my ending point. And what is reality, other than each person's perception of it? So in my mind, I'm kind of infinite, in the sense that I am not able to experience my beginning or my end.
So that either makes a) God infinite in only the same sense as we are, b) all of us a collective god, or c) no difference whatsoever to any kind of theological belief. I'm going to go with c, but it was a fun hair-drying thought.