It's difficult for me to make the decision to start a post when I know, that not only do I not know what I'm writing, but also, even if I did- it wouldn't be my decision to start.
The universe could be a phenomenon beyond our understanding, not fitting any description of existence that we have in this world. A thought in the mind of a cosmic being. Or perhaps even further removed to the extent at which all purpose would drown in inefficient hypotheticals before I correctly guessed. To be put plainly- All is schrodingers cat. We cannot know that which we cannot observe, and we cannot observe that which we do not know. We are in limbo.
Assuming we do exist, however- everything is made of chemicals.
All is chemical, and thus bound by set rules, regardless of predictability. It follows patterns. Golden Spirals, and repeated history. Predictable actions shown through psychological analysis. The implication being that all is inevitable. Chemicals follow rules, and patterns. They aren't random. So there are no two outcomes from one situation. No separate timelines. No choice.
So think about that. All of those horrible things that people have done to you, or you have done to people. They had no choice. They aren't even they. They are a pile of atoms. No more themselves than the food in their system.
As the universe is the collective name for everything as a whole, including the spaces in between- that means we are the universe. You are the universe. You are a cosmic being. Any power you weild is cosmic power. You are the universe recognizing itself.
"Goodmorning star-shine! The Earth says hello!"
Finally we get to the grandest scale. The creator. Does he exist? You don't know. No one can know. No one can even know that they can't know. But he's possible.
In the book of Job, around the end, Job asks why The Creator did all of this. Why he allowed for Jobs torture.
The Creator replies with a list of natural phenomenon. Asking Job if he knows what causes them, let alone how to control them.
Job then understands- It's far bigger than him.
"Things too wonderous for me" he says.
Job stops, and goes back to his life.
What does The Creator want? You don't know.
Does he exist? You don't know.
Are you going to hell? You don't know.
One day you may wake up in a Norwegian hell. Or perhaps an Egyptian heaven.
Personally, I was born in a household that observed the Christian Creator. The I Am. I now live feeling his preassure. Believing he exists. He is the best shot I have at life eternal, and I have to try. Just in case.
But I dont know what he wants. I am- "Burdened by an unknown god."
-Matt Draper
My creator works in paradoxes. He is one, but three. He gave us free will in a world where such a thing cannot exist. He is almighty, but does not kill the Devil. Some think he is evil for saying no. But I have learned that I know nothing. And neither do the people who think my creator is evil. They can't begin to know what evil is in order to accuse him of it. I can't begin to know what a paradox is to claim that he is one.
I can only follow. The chemicals make it so.
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