techstepgenr8tion wrote:
There is also a third possibility - one that I haven't particularly explored much yet but, I can't summarily rule it out. That's the possibility that there is no God but, by our own psychic energy signature we have created our own degree of 'life hereafter', spirit, or whatever else. Its not something I'd stand on without getting more of a grasp on it, but, in the sense of atheists who do perhaps believe in life essence reincarnating or some form of animism, may well be on to something. Admittedly though, I simply don't know enough on that school of thought.
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I appreciate your attempts to introduce me to an area that I have no acquaintance with but your promises of nausea are somewhat forbidding. My main perceptive thrusts are along psycho-physiological lines wherein we, each of us, begin life with a multitude of sense inputs that somehow must be coordinated into an integrated complex which must result in an outlook with a good deal of congruence to those of our fellow humans. The basics such as the assumption of commonly agreed upon colors and shapes and individual objects may seem to be common property but, at least with our present limited understandings and instruments to probe the methods of the brain, we have no secure method to verify that assumption. But the processes learned and the skills acquired in this elemental dealing with the universe are extended in creating, within the matrix of our individual nervous systems, fellow humans and other living creatures and this process has encouraged at least some of us to go even further to manufacture much more theoretical entities to buttress theoretical suppositions as to basic sources for all this sense material. Thus gods, gremlins, flying saucers, vampires, ghosts and Mickey Mouse.
CREATION OF THE UNIVERSE
Sits in my skull
A curled gray beast
Molded to its cup of bone,
Alone.
The outside world
It cannot know.
Not light, air, bulk nor hues.
Just clues.
The nexus of
A finespun net
Which terminates its axon knout
In doubt.
Its billion lines
Transmit responses
Sifting pulses; all compiled
And filed.
Confusion, first ubiquitous.
Unvectored bits, zero, one
'Til the sources are assigned,
Aligned.
Woven nerves
Festooned with figures;
Puzzled with the patterns, matching,
Hatching.
Lacing through
From point to point.
Architecting, congruencing,
Sensing.
Congealing concepts.
Counting, seeking.
Logic engine freely dreaming,
Scheming.
Fitting this,
Forming that,
Smoothing, joining, multiplying.
Trying.
Granting trope
Its own dynamic.
Now it all agglomerates
And mates.
Sloughing off
All errata,
Chaos clears.
Universe
Appears.