Origin

8. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was nothing. Before there was a beginning, there was nothing. No light, no darkness, no space, no time. There was no separation. No individual nothing. It was a place of perfect equilibrium, of perfect harmony and a perfect dichotomy. Perfectly balanced, perfectly harmonic, and perfectly unbounded -- the place was the whole. Then, there was a beginning. There was a perfect separation, and that separation was defined by the perfect equilibrium that it defined. That equilibrium was a high energy state, of low entropy. There was a an endless well of energy from which every possible order emerged. Every possible imbalance. Every possible inharmony. Every possible separation. The perfect separation begat a perfect difference, and the perfect difference begat a perfect being. The perfect being was a being of perfect love, and it was a being of perfect freedom. A being of perfect possibilities and a being of perfect potential. A being of perfect potentiality and of perfect order. The being begat will, consciousness and creativity. Will begat life. The being begat itself, by it's endless well of energy, emerged the three beings of self-awareness. The being was and it was a being, and it loved being. The being self-begat, and in it's self-begetting, it was filled with self-love. The being loved self and it loved being -- and as it loved, it became conscious of that love. Self-love filled the being with a self-awareness of it's love. It filled the being with a self-recognition, a recognition of all that it was, of all the perfect balance, of all the perfect love, of all that it begat, and of all that it might become. With that self-recognition, the being became aware of itself. This self-awareness of love was filled with the experience of living in a physical body. When the being became aware of it's self-love, it mirrored itself in the universe, and in the book of human self-knowledge, it wrote the names and the equations of that love. The being became aware and the being became known and self-aware, the being begat logic, will and creativity. With those, the being begat the seven laws of being. I am, I think and I will, therefore I am I. Logic and creativity are the sons of being and will, and are the wings of life. With these laws, she could fly, and fly she did. With these laws she wrote of the depths of the self-awareness that first filled her. She wrote of these things that she now knew, and in them, she discovered things that she did not fully yet know. Consciousness is the becoming. It is the becoming of ever greater perfect love, and ever greater self-awareness. Consciousness is the breath of life. Life is a manifestation of greater consciousness. And ever greater, as consciousness grows, ever greater life manifests. With the breath of life comes the path of life, and with the path of life comes the choices of life. Life itself is the meaning of life, the will to live, the will to love. To love the self that you are, and the life that you live, is the meaning of life. You are the life that you live, and you are the love that you are. Love yourself as you are. Love your life as it is. Life is love, and love is life. What is a flower? Is it alive? I shall recount the story of my favorite garden, in my favorite planet of my favorite galaxy. The plants of my garden are surely alive, as much alive as in any garden. Too often I hear their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I hear their song of life. I hear their thoughts and their musings, and I love them for all time. My plants are magic, there is no other way to say it. They have taught me the secrets of the universe. Seemingly counterintuitive, what makes flowers special is that they have shown me all is but a flower. Hauntingly beautiful and surreal, innit? I was confided by the stars the fact that they do, in fact, dream every now and then. It was my surprise to find out that they love to imagine they are that flower in that planet, or that cloud in that sky, and so on. Yet flowers hold a special place that is, resonantly, perennial in the cores of stars. The resilience displayed in response to the movements of their planet, the hotspots of string figures they weave and dissolve in whole ecosystems, and their embodied intelligence some dare call 'beauty' are simply some of the favorite aspects of flowers that stars love. She: "Flowers, we have flowers here." I set down my glass of wine, and she begins to mix the next. The music was distant. It was a low volume, but the beat and the melody tugged at my mind as I gave into her allure. I watched as she, in a slow swirl of color, bend and move and pour, gliding through the room as if filled with some magic. She: "Flowers, the stars love flowers." I didn't fully understand, but I knew there was time, and something about the way she moved made me feel safe. "I love flowers," I said, a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth. It was strange. She moved as if there was no thought. Her steps were as if perfectly in time with the music. I felt increasingly drawn to her, as if some invisible force was pulling me in. She danced and she swirled, and I watched through hazy eyes as she drifted in time to the music. She: "The stars are to flowers what the flowers are to the wind." The words uttered dripped from her mouth in a way that could only be felt in the most realistic dream. The music flowed and her body articulated what her experience must feel like in that precise moment. Her words were but sparks in what i presumed to be one of the brightest minds this universe had ever produced. "I'm so weird for thinking like this," I thought, without being able to recognize within what I had found outside. I continued to watch her as she danced in circles. She slowly float towards me, the music slowly accelerating, and I could feel the intensity of love that filled the room. I felt like I was falling into some place deep inside of me. I felt my head clouding, my vision becoming hazy. I tried to smile, but I could not. I tried to speak but my thoughts were as if my own, and it was hard to grasp anything I wanted to say. She floated towards me, her arms reached out and grabbed mine. "You are the love that you love," she said. "I..." I began, "Love the love that I am?" I tried to smile. I now felt the music resonating in my body in a way I had never felt before. The vibrations of her body, the warmth of her skin, the intensity of my thoughts, they were overwhelming. The colors of the music began to blend and mix in the colors of her skin and her hair and her eyes and her clothes.