Monday, November 02, 2009

Chronicles of the Psychedelic Reality VOL 1: MUSINGS ON GRASS Chapter 1

God, the Physicist


Consider a tree. Assume that the system of leaves, twigs and trunk isn’t what it appears to be. Maybe god wanted to save space and energy, so he made reality on both sides of the ground. The system of leaves and branches for us is their underground system of roots and our sky is their soil! They breathe dust and worship the core. They bathe in hot lava rivers and sleep in bright yellow nights. They are not people but they aren’t any less either.

When people die in our world, we bury them or their ashes are washed away, their bodies disintegrating into the ground mixed with our crust slowly pass over to the other side and are recreated in the world beneath our feet. Similarly, energies that are extinguished there are ‘born’ here in our world.

Death seemed like gods blunder to me. The energy of our life and soul never appeared recreated. Our infinite essence vanished with the limitations of our body.
But I guess god defines our ‘surrounding’ differently. It’s a balance between this world and the one beneath. Energies are conserved when both are taken into consideration.

And hence we finally explain what we assumed to be creation’s biggest paradox

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