...you and everything you've ever known is nothing but an
infinitely small blip in the middle of a yawning expanse of
infinity...
infinitely small blip in the middle of a yawning expanse of
infinity...
The very thing you think of as you is no more substantial
than a wisp of sea foam. You're nothing but a loosely
associated cloud of cells swirling around for a short time
in the inseparable interplay with the ecosystem which
birthed on a tiny planet in the outer periphery of a galaxy
which in the grand scheme of things is scarcely older than
you are. You're a little eddie twirling in the middle of the
ocean for a single instant, and you presume yourself so wise
and authoritative that you can pass out decrees on the
meaninglessness of life...?
than a wisp of sea foam. You're nothing but a loosely
associated cloud of cells swirling around for a short time
in the inseparable interplay with the ecosystem which
birthed on a tiny planet in the outer periphery of a galaxy
which in the grand scheme of things is scarcely older than
you are. You're a little eddie twirling in the middle of the
ocean for a single instant, and you presume yourself so wise
and authoritative that you can pass out decrees on the
meaninglessness of life...?
From every Big Bang in every universe there emerge
movements of every possible form. These movements
may and can include pain. And cancer. [And COVID].
They can also include serial killers, ecocide, oligarchs, and
warmongers. These things are all part of the swirling ongoing
explosion of this universe, which achieves peaks of dazzling
beauty, the likes of which your primate mind cannot even
imagine, then it grows old and collapses in on itself once again.
They're all little curlicues in the movement of its energy, just
like the sea foam on the waves. And they are fully, entirely
beloved, just as they are. No part of the cosmic dance is
rejected. Every part is embrace. And when it all goes, that
going is embraced as well, and so is the pain of loss.
movements of every possible form. These movements
may and can include pain. And cancer. [And COVID].
They can also include serial killers, ecocide, oligarchs, and
warmongers. These things are all part of the swirling ongoing
explosion of this universe, which achieves peaks of dazzling
beauty, the likes of which your primate mind cannot even
imagine, then it grows old and collapses in on itself once again.
They're all little curlicues in the movement of its energy, just
like the sea foam on the waves. And they are fully, entirely
beloved, just as they are. No part of the cosmic dance is
rejected. Every part is embrace. And when it all goes, that
going is embraced as well, and so is the pain of loss.
Love doesn't seek to dominate and control what is happening.
Real love loves everything just as it is, however it shows up.
Real love doesn't reject what is; it's a deep and unconditional
yes. And of course that yes can include saying yes to surgery,
and chemotherapy [or death]. The yes is always there, if you
can get past all the head noise and notice it.
Real love doesn't reject what is; it's a deep and unconditional
yes. And of course that yes can include saying yes to surgery,
and chemotherapy [or death]. The yes is always there, if you
can get past all the head noise and notice it.
You're every molecule is perfectly beloved no matter what
you do...
You can learn what is is to love life if you want...
you do...
You can learn what is is to love life if you want...
Caitlin Johnstone
From an article entitled:
The Boy and the Starfish and the Yawning Chasm of Infinity
From an article entitled:
The Boy and the Starfish and the Yawning Chasm of Infinity
with thanks to No Mind's Land
~
FunQi Art - Mystic Meandering
2012
2012
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