[This journal entry was originally written on October 30th, 1997. You can read what Today Jay has to say about what Yesterday Jay wrote in the Post Script. Enjoy!]
We’re all so very different, and being so very different makes it so easy to see ourselves as separate. Come with me on a little journey of the imagination, to see if we can’t pierce the illusion…
Once upon a time there was a Being. This being was very powerful, and virtually timeless. It saw all, knew all, and could perform nearly any feat, create nearly any creation, beyond the furthest reaches of the most imaginative mortal’s imagination. For eons (we mortals must put these things in mortal terms), this being was content to simply be, for being was an incredible, fantastic, wonderful thing for this being. This being was ever-changing, ever-shifting; yet loss and gain did not exist… only balance and wholeness. Yet this being lacked experience, and in all it’s knowing, knew this was foregoing wisdom.
This being decided to create a world. On this world there was space, and distance. On this world, one could not be everywhere at once, but had to travel to get from one place to another… and this travel took time. The time could not exist without the space, and the space could not exist without the time. This being marveled at the wonder of these two events, which went hand-in-hand.
This being then devised animals of all natures, from tiny to huge, sloth to fleet, sharp-witted to slow. It devised a way for two creatures to make a third. With each new creation, this being put a bit of its own being into it, for no thing can be created from nothing. Yet nothing was ever lost or gained except awareness and experience, which this being knew was the only true gain.
This being saw all it had created, perfect in and through every change. Then this being created a new experience… this being became a man and a woman, to whom it gave awareness of a higher nature, and intelligence. This being viewed it’s own creations through the eyes of man and woman, another creation.
This is an entry that really helped me in writing it. That being said, it is completely different than what I would write today if I were to undertake the subject of creation. There is the old story of four blind men describing an elephant, all with a very different interpretation of the animal, that springs to mind. I realize that I am still just a blind man groping in the dark, but I am proud to say that I have years of groping experience.
Today is not the day for an updated description of creation (Unless you want the short version: watch the first Matrix movie, add an indescribable amount of love to the equation, and stir. Presto!). Today is the day to write about yesterday’s description.
Let me start off by saying that this will come in several installments, at least one of which will seem to be an unrelated tangent (surprise!). There are too many opportunities for commentary to make it all one post, but I’ll try to keep the flow as consistent as possible.
First, let’s address the whole reason I wrote all this in the first place. As I’ve said before, I once had a big problem with a little word. “God” was one of the few words someone could utter that set me to sneering or got me to start running. It was mostly the whole “okay, so there is this being that is all-powerful and all-knowing and…” that caught in my gears. There was definitely some order to life, and some intelligence beyond any individual’s playing some behind-the-scenes role. But a being? If so, this being is like no other being we know, and thus probably shouldn’t be called a being in the first place.
Yet Yesterday Jay stepped in the same fucking hole, and right away. I even capitalized it, as I tend to do with important words. The entry goes on to say that this being spent eons in a timeless state (essentially) and then went on to later create time and space. It’s easy to see why philosophy and its disciples are often written off by the thinking person. An explanation like that could (and should) lose a lot of people right off the bat. It’s ridiculous to say “there was this being”, because we beings try to think in the terms we have become accustomed to thinking in.
So, unanswerable questions arise right away here. There is a being? Is is male or female? What are this being’s current physical coordinates? And how did this guy or gal live for eons before creating time (and therefore eons to measure)? We’re right back to the “God” problem, only with a different word.
The real problem is that we live in a multi-layered reality and try to use the words we come up with in one layer to describe the dynamics of another. It just doesn’t work. If I told you that I needed you to explain what it’s like to drive a car using only the words “chocolate, puddle, halfway and rock”, you would be hard-pressed to do so. At this point in my life and in my writing, I use the word “God” all the time. What I mean is “The layer of reality wherein all things exist as ideas ordered by Infinite Intelligence”. Yet I also refer to the intensely personal experiences that feel like loving visitations, and the sublime internal fireworks of a good meditation session.
As we move on in this entry, we get a pretty good idea of how much I was into philosophy and mysticism at this time, and how my interests had not really led me to science. It’s understandable, I think; I was looking for a path to happiness, not facts. Furthermore, I understood pretty early on that science tends to be fairly fluid in its “facts” over a relatively short timeline on an alarmingly regular basis. Mysticism… not so much.
The problem with most earthly philosophy, particularly the more ancient stuff, is that it is indeed earthly. It’s very easy to come into being and call that the beginning, but it gets harder to track the further you go back. This is where science and philosophy have to come together to fill in the blanks left by the other. The thought that Earth is the first planet to host intelligent life is a tad preposterous when we look at ancient carvings of what appear to be spaceships and depictions in the Bible of more than one being employing some loud and smoky flying device of some kind or another.
I personally consider it all to be both possible and in the end irrelevant, even now. History and science are both full-time jobs in which proving yourself wrong can damage your reputation and possibly ruin your career. The philosopher must constantly prove him or herself wrong time and again as their thinking process is refined and renewed lest it grow old and stale. The consequence of proving yourself wrong is a greater degree of happiness. Not bad.
The problem with using Earth as our starting point leads me to an analogy that I have always found helpful. Imagine someone who has never been exposed to technology of any kind coming upon a modern-day automobile rusting away in a field. This intelligent but uncultured person might theorize to the purpose of the vehicle, and some of those theories may even be correct. There may even be fuel in the tank, air in the tires and a good enough charge on the battery to get it started. Then there’s no more gas, and legends are told about the metal box that once moved. Or there never was gas, and the legends are even more outlandish about what this device once was and may one day be again.
Point being, the people making the legends that control the people and their thinking are not the people who actually conceived, engineered, developed or produced the sacred automobile (or the Earth, if we can bring it back around here). None of us were sitting on some board of directors in our current human bodies deciding on the rules for space and time. One way or another, we are descended from life that came a great long ways in unimaginably harsh conditions to seed a relatively small planet in a far-flung galaxy sparsely populated with solar systems in comparison to other parts of the Universe; or we are all just thoughts in the mind of God. Perhaps that’s just two ways of saying the same thing. I think a decent measure of humility is always a good idea when discussing such subjects. I’ve heard it said that the meek shall inherit the Earth. I propose the possibility that we already have.