Where did it all come from? This timeless question has rattled the brains of our planet's greatest thinkers since the beginning of consciousness.
First, nothing. Then, something. What's in-between? What is it that moves. Who is it that moves it? Is it God? Is it you, me, or I? Does it happen on it's own?
No letters on a page, then letters, then words, then sentences, then paragraphs, then essays, then blogs, then the internet and on and on until the whole world, the whole ever-expanding universe is noticed.
Perhaps, we are puppets to our own impulses, and once inspiration, hunger, desire, strikes... our bodies are helpless in resisting taking action to fulfill the need.
Perhaps as well, the nothingness is normal, and we only feel a need to fill this void be it going out, reading, drugs, sex, meditating.
Perhaps spirituality is also an escape to fill the void... to make the void feel normal, feel special, feel holy (hole-y.)
We are put here on this Earth and we don't know HOW we are conscious, nor where our consciousness goes after we die... all that we know is we are HERE NOW. So what to do?
Is the world truly our sandbox, ready to have castles and moats and bridges and villages built and then knocked down for someone else to build?
Is the world an accident, and we have no real purpose? And if we have no real purpose, should we instead help alleviate the suffering of others? Or should we just be selfish and burn to oblivion?
Being that we can read articles like this one, is it our duty to bring others up to our levels, so that they may have a chance at a better life?
Or is it our duty to evolve our own nature through exploration of the senses and catalyzing of experience, knowing that everyone is where they are supposed to be and deserves what's coming to them?
How can we sit back and worry about rent, worry about getting high, worry about if so-and-so is mad for not calling them back, when there are people in this world who literally can't worry because that's energy taken away from their basic survival?
There are lost souls in this world, in our own countries, our own cities, our own backyards, for some, our own families, who are so blind to the truth that they can see nothing but their own habitual energy leading them to destruction.
Junkies, fiends, gangsters, pimps, whores... all the product of their society and their own mind. How can it be all the prostitutes fault for where they are at? Perhaps she was forced to by her father at a young age and that's all she knows? Perhaps 2-Loc gang-banging because his crew are the only ones who would accept him as a youth.
Perhaps, these tormented people, as vile as they may seem, are desperately seeking liberation from their vices.
No one else is exposed to the same information you are... and no one else has the same realities as you do... though many may share your realities, especially your friends, families, co-workers, and their friends and family.
Those around you, as well as your job, your house, your car, literally EVERYTHING, have been attracted to you, by you. And because like attracts like, its very likely that everything associated with everything you are associated to is going to be similar in many ways.
Does this mean that those you don't associate with are wrong? Does this mean that their method of living, of communicating, of raising a family, of enjoying and grieving, is inauthentic?
Perhaps, there was never a rule-book to living. Perhaps, one day someone woke up to being conscious, and had to make decisions on how to live life; since there was no step-by-step guide to living...
Perhaps, no longer shackled by pure animalistic instinct, people started developing their own methods, their own ways of living, and due to the sheer size of the planet and space between people, differences in method began to emerge until over time, inside and outside groups began to form according to each cultures definition of "correct" living.
In the Middle East, it is common for men to hold hands while walking down the street to show camaraderie and have no sexual intentions. Here in America, if two men are holding hands, they are either gay or its a boy scout helping an older man across the street. It's not that there is anything wrong with two men holding hands... it's just that we don't do it here.
First, there was nothing. Then, there was something. Because we can't be around for all of the becomings of something from nothing, we miss out on information, leaving our realities with huge, gaping holes in it. Holes we feel the need to fill.
It always seems like everyone knows something you don't. Well, it's true! They do! And you know something they don't too.
Perhaps, over time, the *fear of being inferior* has driven itself into the minds of so many people that now there is now a small, very small in-group of awakened beings who see Choice, and an out-group of sleeping beings, billions of them, who only see Law.
If you are reading this, you are a seer of Choice. You may not see all the choices that I see, and I may not see all the choices that you see, but the fact we see options at all proves our awakened nature.
Fully awakened beings know they there is always infinite choice and infinite action. These beings don't have to do anything, and never get caught up in the weight of the world.
They only feel sorrow for those who do, and many vow to lift these beings out of suffering.
First, there was nothing. Now, there is something.
