Thursday, August 10, 2017

The Book of Life as the Universe.

Submitting to the idea that millions of other places in the universe people, as we understand Life, are living lives isn't a rejection of some form of worship focused on Jesus, or Allah. Religion is too small an idea compared to the expanse of the universe, which is scary a place to try imagining until you realize all of us are guided to places to expand internally by knowledge beyond our capacity to see the end of or the beginning of. When we die we are thrust back into the universe not to make choices I am guessing, but to be aroused from the sleep elements that permitted living on Earth as a person possible.

It is written within.

Also, to consider are the words defining the universe by an unnamed author online who wrote: "For a long while astronomers believed that all the stars in the universe were contained inside the Milky Way Galaxy. But when Edwin Hubble turned his eyes heavenward in the 1920s – with help from a very powerful telescope – he proved that what were previously thought of as mere nebulae were actually other galaxies. And there are lots of them out there. Around 170 billion of them spin through the observable universe, so perhaps it’s not surprising that our own home galaxy is due to collide with its nearest neighbor, the Andromeda Galaxy. But, there’s no need to put on your crash helmet just yet. At the rate we’re speeding towards each other – around 70 to 80 miles per second – it’s going to take a while for the smash-up: about 3 to 4 billion years."

This story of evolving life in multiple forms and dimensions expands from the view of depth to and from mysteries too vast for minds to grasp. In a fair compromise created beings can enjoy what we have been given to know understanding there is so much play room the possibility of living in ignorance of the unknown is not an indictment, or indicative of ignorance, but a place of honor. One is alive on each side of the proverbial grave, at least in this slice of the living principles that hold the worlds together and keep us engaged in the vastness of what we cannot possibly know in these bodies. These bodies hold each element of vastness as well as the forces of the universe.

The universe is endless. Timelessness is endless. Questions are endless. Asking directs intellects and souls on endless quests. Moving from our bodies beyond the pale line drawn as death's door is the inhalation, the blink of an eye ready to 'see' the expanse the body could not command, carry or conquer when alive in this world we live in. I, or we cannot account for other world's rules.

When young people die we grieve deep in our being because they've lived short lives we believe should be long lives. But, when is enough, enough?

Some are quick studies and don't need to be here that long to grasp what was intended for them to get a hold on, or incorporate into their being. The fear or the grief and the bewilderment we feel when young lives die leaving us could be grounded in a need for company. Shortening the number of souls we identify with will make one winch in pain, but we cannot lose sight of, or the feel of why we are in this climate. Why we are in this place touching things we cannot touch otherwise makes sense in a variety of ways.

Enjoy them. Be puzzled or overwhelmed by them or elope with self pity, as some do, and melt away the joy, the mysterious substances that engage the food source of elements good and evil that themselves are journeying through time, the universe and the worlds.

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Sept. 30, 2016

Bound to be free by Heather Evans Smith

"Bondage as sex play or a state of being from a sexual point of view moves into the hidden universe of existence a high point of knowing something is being limited that shouldn't." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 9.30.16

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