If there is a God, she* itself was ruled by necessity at the infinitesimally first moment of thought (like the Big Bang). Specifically, she was forced to realize that despite any wishes, there can be no such thing as the smallest – reason demands the divisibility of any thing, so there is the infinitely small and smaller and therefore the insane virtual overflow and disintegration of matter; or the largest – there must be something beyond any wall. This helplessness of infinite proliferation binds thought and matter – and the Creator – as a three-faceted unity. None has antecedent power beyond unraveling, unimaginable necessity. Necessity, if anything, then, is the Creator's God.
I think we
have to admit that when we strip away all imagination and hope, human
consciousness is lost about every aspect of existence. All of our experience – logic, reason,
perception – says “no!” and “absurd!” to directionless endlessness,
directionless timelessness, to the existence of stuff itself. Why do the rudiments of nature work incessantly – move? How can the basic quiddities of nature not be what (where) they are? It seems as plausible to me that each quark
or particle of dark matter is a universe the size of ours, and inside it is a universe
of particles, each a universe the size of ours.
Could this go on forever? I think
it has to.
Of course, to
reify or deify “thought” is imagination.
But it’s not
so crazy to suggest that the ultimate incomprehensibility of the universe –
true whether we existed or not – has some explanatory element behind it. Maybe the explanatory element is not a man
(or a woman) with a beard, but some fact that gives everything rest – a nature,
a cushion, on which all the endless particles and time can sleep in stillness
when they need to. Like a loving mother,
or father.
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* (for
convenience).
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.