What a strange life\u2014almost as if its very purpose were to be strange. Let us see what happens, as though the stars had been scattered, and that is what universes are like. In this vast universe, there are those who were born without anyone, or rather, those who think themselves without anyone\u2014the ones who fail to see themselves as they truly are. Yet whoever this \u201cwe\u201d within us is, it is not hidden. Perhaps the tremors were meant to awaken us. They wanted it themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Were you born without anyone? Perhaps your future was taken from you. Were you disabled, helpless, poor? Perhaps someone you loved was wretched; perhaps you died. No one ever promised that you would not die! In a moment, someone will confront you for no reason on the road; those who come to help will squeeze you even tighter; the fire brigade will arrive unnecessarily and burn even more\u2014you were never told that it would not burn. No promise was ever made, yet you sense a kind of justice in life. The ground beneath you is justice; its court has already been held. There is no need for judgment\u2014that is the kind of justice it is. Such a God, one you cannot oppose even if you wish to. Divine justice is that none of us will ever exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How absurd it is to say \u201cI\u201d inside a dream. Everything is \u201cI,\u201d after all. And yet the fantasy in the mind lives as \u201cI.\u201d The \u201cI\u201d did not come, because there is no \u201cI\u201d at all. But we are expected to live as though there were an \u201cI\u201d inside the body. And I am somehow content with this, though I do not understand why. The Creator must do this absurdity only rarely, for there is nothing like it for light-years around. It is wildly fluctuating, full of contrast; even the avatar has an avatar of its own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wherever I was a thousand years ago, I am there a thousand years later too. It is all us, all of us, a little unbalanced. We are all of it; we are in all of it; we are in everything. That is us too, this is us, we are over there as well. Because we are everything, we are no one. The universe was a limit, and time was an exception. In one fragment of ourselves, we even escaped from ourselves. Time did not pass; we passed through time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are inside a mathematics called the universe; there are no new numbers. Nothing comes out and nothing goes in, for billions of years, in every direction, everyone, from every angle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What a strange life\u2014almost as if its very purpose were to be strange. Let us see what happens, as though the stars had been scattered, and that is what universes are like. In this vast universe, there are those who were born without anyone, or rather, those who think themselves without anyone\u2014the ones who fail to see themselves as they truly are. Yet whoever this \u201cwe\u201d within us is, it is not hidden. Perhaps the tremors were meant to awaken us. They wanted it themselves. Were you born without anyone? Perhaps your future was taken from you. Were you disabled, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1477,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[54],"tags":[446,26,447],"class_list":["post-1476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-psychology","tag-human","tag-individual","tag-us","has_thumb"],"yoast_head":"\n