Potential to be a significant singularity...
My soul ascended unto the sky to dance ringlets amongst its brothers and sisters - specters of the universe one and all, united. The spirits of the cosmos spun and twirled together in the lights of the southern skies, totally enthralling and drawing oneself closer to the reality that dawns upon man - the true insignificance of our species - our bodies no more than hollow shells that are momentarily given life by souls and spirits - our persona and memories left only to decay into nothingness as our physical matter is converted and manipulated to serve a better purpose to the hand of fate... Yet one thing remains constant : the soul which inhabited us flows on until it finds a new host.
We are nothing in the grand history that is the universe - yet what gives us life, what flows through our veins and allows us to think, to love, to live; this is the true heart of the universe. We are only a technicality of probability, a mere blimp smeared across a small time frame - we are insubstantial carriers of something which is beyond our understanding or comprehension.
My being is no more than a bundle of physical properties that bond together to give a perception of myself - one that is subjective to the constant reworking or others' perception. How can I be real if I am not the same person in any one person's eyes? The only thing that is real that others see is my spirit - the soul which resides inside me - dictating my being. However, with no understanding of this soul, there is no taming it, no controlling it - it could be said we are not slaves, but we are not free - we are formulated anf always under the whim of the true species of the cosmos - the eternal and ethereal beings that reign liberated from the bonds of physical matter. But such things are total impossibilities that plague our minds - how can one consider such things? We fear what we don't understand.
I believe I have found my soul - I have found who I am, what I am. Perceptively I am myself - the same as you have ever known - and none shall know me as any different - yet it is such a pity that the reality of the matter is missed. My body is not important, neither are mine or your perceptions on me - that is all insignificant. My emotions, feelings and memories are mere projections of physical happenings, irrelevant to the truth that is myself. The one thing that is me is my soul - the one thing that is not restricted by any law of nature, the universe or anything. The one thing that resides in me, that gives me life, and that shall be constant and forever.
Perhaps I had realised this before - and this is a confirmation of my previous thoughts... But perhaps I didn't believe it because I didn't fully understand it. I didn't want to seem like an insignificant speck across the history of time - I was afraid of the truth as it was. However, what makes me significant, what makes my partaking in the journey of the universe so important is the part I play in hosting a soul and being a vessel for that soul. The human's races insignificance is drawn at its physical presence - what each person carries with them is the universe itself - and that indeed is the most sacred and special thing. It is that which makes us the beings that we are - it is that which gives us a right to exist over other forms. We are distinguished and signified by that which we cannot see, understand or find - something that is greater than any physical property. I have my always had my answer, my purpose. my reason, my soul - these amalgamated properties dwelling inside me - and now I now I know I have always had the potential to fully understand.
Yet now...
I have hope.
Zephyr.
We are nothing in the grand history that is the universe - yet what gives us life, what flows through our veins and allows us to think, to love, to live; this is the true heart of the universe. We are only a technicality of probability, a mere blimp smeared across a small time frame - we are insubstantial carriers of something which is beyond our understanding or comprehension.
My being is no more than a bundle of physical properties that bond together to give a perception of myself - one that is subjective to the constant reworking or others' perception. How can I be real if I am not the same person in any one person's eyes? The only thing that is real that others see is my spirit - the soul which resides inside me - dictating my being. However, with no understanding of this soul, there is no taming it, no controlling it - it could be said we are not slaves, but we are not free - we are formulated anf always under the whim of the true species of the cosmos - the eternal and ethereal beings that reign liberated from the bonds of physical matter. But such things are total impossibilities that plague our minds - how can one consider such things? We fear what we don't understand.
I believe I have found my soul - I have found who I am, what I am. Perceptively I am myself - the same as you have ever known - and none shall know me as any different - yet it is such a pity that the reality of the matter is missed. My body is not important, neither are mine or your perceptions on me - that is all insignificant. My emotions, feelings and memories are mere projections of physical happenings, irrelevant to the truth that is myself. The one thing that is me is my soul - the one thing that is not restricted by any law of nature, the universe or anything. The one thing that resides in me, that gives me life, and that shall be constant and forever.
Perhaps I had realised this before - and this is a confirmation of my previous thoughts... But perhaps I didn't believe it because I didn't fully understand it. I didn't want to seem like an insignificant speck across the history of time - I was afraid of the truth as it was. However, what makes me significant, what makes my partaking in the journey of the universe so important is the part I play in hosting a soul and being a vessel for that soul. The human's races insignificance is drawn at its physical presence - what each person carries with them is the universe itself - and that indeed is the most sacred and special thing. It is that which makes us the beings that we are - it is that which gives us a right to exist over other forms. We are distinguished and signified by that which we cannot see, understand or find - something that is greater than any physical property. I have my always had my answer, my purpose. my reason, my soul - these amalgamated properties dwelling inside me - and now I now I know I have always had the potential to fully understand.
Yet now...
I have hope.
Zephyr.