Who would Jesus bomb? Who would Jesus execute? If Jesus were sitting right on the couch next to me, as he probably is in some form or another, what would He think? Jesus permeates everything we breath and see. Buddha too, as do you. Every point is connected to every other point. Every point is not just a point. Every point contains an infinity. Every point is a grain of sand. But if I close my eyes, maybe every point is not there. Every point collapses with the caliper. Every point is empty when the caliper opens. Every point is nebulous. Every point blinks. Every point is shady. Every point collects…
If I close my eyes, maybe all there is is my ears, the fuzzy glowy stuff on the windshield of the back of my eyelids, the way my seat feels. Where does the caliper begin and end? Are the ears my caliper when my eyes are closed? Sound becomes more intense.
Buddha is in the air and in my ears. Buddhas, too. They sly around slippery. Buddhas and Christs say we are just avatars. Every person is just an avatar. Every person is just a facet in a multifaceted ooshy landscape, seemingly moving but not really. Automatic fingers, this typing. The shapes of adjacentness in slides that the caliper measures–the caliper of seeming time. The caliper of seeming time making seeming motion in a big crystal.
There’s an orange explosion in the crystal–an explosion of aggression–how to we make it an explosion of beauty? The center of the crystal is huge. It seems to writhe with a population that is not sustainable. So many facets of God. How do we stop splitting so much? How do we green and blue this place? Can the organism that is balanced on top of the explosion in the crystal, this organism Earth, be seen at a culmination point that is healthy and more unified, with fewer people and less explosion? Can the explosion of aggression be an iridium layer in the crystal–just something that marks the shape right “now” and never again? And less and less? Can the explosion collapse into a green flame and focus and integration of all these facets?
Can the asking and the visualization help, O Jesus on the sofa? O Jesus that I breath in through the left nostril, out through the right nostril, and in reverse, and in unison? The Jesus and Buddha molecules that are dispersed everywhere? The collective awareness of water? The collective awareness of air? The breathing dirt? The dirt that is not dead? The soil that is not garbage? The soil that mulches soul?
The Universe is at least partially aware, that I know. Just think–You and I are part of the Universe, and we’re at least partially aware. And we are part of the Universe. Ergo, the Universe is at least partially aware.
What makes up a brain? Why would brain stop at skin? This is a womb–the brain is an antenna both receiving and transmitting. The seeming individual is egg, not just yolk. Entropy is just more space with dispersed energy. We’re anti-entropy, we lifeforms. We’re integrators. The Universe is an integrator, too. The Universe just gets a little sleepier with more entropy. The Universe is an egg. The Universe is a carpet. The Universe is a pringle. Every point in the Universe is connected to every other point, and that’s a fact depending on if we remember it.
Lady