Your place in the universe.

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Moby does.

Stardust? To put it simply, of course we are. To me, it's actually humbling in a way to know I am equally a part of the beautiful universe as the rocks, trees, and nebulae.

p a n t h e i s m

-----on ants and supernovas-----

being somewhat childlike, an obsession with needing to know who you are and be That, and having the courage to forge ahead in spite of ridicule and contempt from others more content with their half baked truths and empty pursuits..

for me pantheism is both springboard and motherboard for launching into communion and communication with the largest macro-forms and the tiniest micro-forms....all containing that indescribable and magical divine touch. any conception of separation from that majesty is purely an illusion...a kind of sick illusion which can only be annihilated through having the courage to simply Be...to laugh in the face of obstacles and to have no fear of death or failure or nonconformity or scientific folly..

like a singular immense being/non-being [god] which is eternally in flux, adjusting Itself, transmuting, recombining Its parts...but Whose essential building blocks have always been and forevermore remain constant..... realizing All That Is And Ever Was simultaneously exists in the present moment...nonstatic, undulating through Its various transformations..yet always essentially the Same Intact Indivisible Whole.

a circular reality where the end is the beginning

end as well as beginning plus everywhere inbetween -- are only the present moment...there is no future and no past..and there is really no difference between an ant and a supernova....

...except through the faulty lens of a mercurial space-time...and the sanctimonious arrogance of holding sensory perceptions in awe as though they were capable of delivering us into some sublime but nonexistent objectivity..and The Almighty Scientific Empiricism--sometimes free but mostly slave to materialistic greed....and egoistic pride.

for me reality is non-linear and whenever linear thinking propels me toward some destination...i usually have to question it's relevance to anything except my own ego...and other bloated egos surrounding me and living an increasingly more terrifying nightmare of a dream which we have been taught to embrace...taught to uphold..to commit to...taught to feed with our life essence...

it takes only a split-second of remaining present in the moment.....almost no time at all...to peer outside the realm of ego...but how few need to feel it...how few need to try...how few have a split-second to spare from the frantic pace of their life scheme..

when and if we can stop running toward The Pleasure and running away from The Pain...once we can STOP RUNNING period...then...there It is..we behold What we are in all its radiant magnificence...

but to cease running is only possible when running is no longer an option...and that happens when we are spiritually exhausted from trying on all the disguises and masquerading to please others..

I get that too, for moments. It's amazing. And it isn't like "belief" then, as you say on the other thread, it's knowledge, as Accelerator is fond of saying.
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Since there are more bacteria in your body than human cells (http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/20 ... 085914.htm) it's good you are in communication with them. Their conversation, I must admit, is rather dull.

a rudimentary form of communication possibly more efficient than most conversations. you know, little nanobot messengers could revolutionize medicine.

the heavy elments were forged in the hearts of stars

one begins to associate those moments with being awake. and the rest of one's life with being asleep. have you found those moments stretch out and become more frequent when being alseep loses its appeal?

I have to admit, I am gratified and relieved that there really are other people who realize the mind trap that the Ego world is. Too bad I don't know any in person.

I am also more and more seeing what a silly illusion control is. Every day in the sacred Market that the materialist worship and run about in complete panic over. Also the frenzy of failure and blood that giant imperial governments fall into. Finely the tangled mash of lies, assumptions and blatant mind control that is every religious organization. The world is melting like an ice-scape before the rays of the spring time sun. Minds are starting to thaw. Dark secrets buried as if deep in snow drifts are being exposed. The aeon is ending.

WHATEVER

Whatever is the sea where we swim.
It is the sky, the air, the velvet black
Where lay the diamond stars, galactic necklaces,
The pearl moon and the ringed jewel of Saturn.
And through which the fury of the Sun dispenses life.

Whatever is the flash and vanish
Of the smallest bits of matter
That come and go in brief haunt
To jiggle emptiness into cosmos.

It is magnificence of running horses,
Terrifying flash and grumble of a lightning stroke,
The gentle sway of curtains of a heavy rain,
The majesty of a cat.

Whatever is a mother with her child,
The picket fence of day and night through time,
The mindless calamity of tsunami,
The vengeance of atomic fire.

Whatever moves the universe,
Relentless and ignorant of good or bad,
Unaware of ugliness or beauty,
Neither kind nor cruel.

Whatever made the fog the dog the flea the frog
Tyrannosaurus and Alpha Centaurus,
The apple, ant, asp and ape
Made you, made me.

Nor can we say
What it may be.