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Sitaram · Site Admin Joined: 14 Sep 2005 Posts: 1079

(a work in progress)

While taking a walk through a park, I was visited by a strange notion, or
fantasy, if you will.

I looked about at everything, the trees, the birds, the sky, the buildings,
and I asked myself, “How much could you explain of the universe in
general and this earthly life in particular, simply from memory, without
the aid of books or other references?”

In college, there was one fellow who would tease and mock me for my
unusual manner of expressing myself. He would say “Can you just
imagine, if everyone died except for him, and aliens came, and he had to
explain to him how it all was?” and then laugh raucously.

Well, how much could I really recall of all things, the sum total of all
knowledge. What sort of repository am I?

But, who would ask me for this explanation, and why would they ask me.

I began to imagine a voice asking me. I must suddenly now take notice
of all the things we take for granted.

“Here, this is a tree. Well a tree is a plant. Plants are different from
animals. See, it has leaves. Well, leaves are where the process of
photosynthesis takes place. Photosynthesis is the process whereby
sunlight and carbon dioxide are converted to food. Look at that
unbearably bright light in the sky. That is the sun. Oh, light, well light is a
form of energy. Well, there is something called relativity and quantum,
and energy and matter, space and time, are kind of interrelated. Oh,
look! There is a squirrel climbing the tree. The tree is a plant. The
squirrel is an animal; no leaves. But say who are you? Why are you
asking me to explain literally everything.”

“I am God.”

“If you are God, then why are you asking me all these things. Didn’t you
create everything?”

“I am the pre-eternal aspect of God, prior to the creation of space, time
and matter. I must inquire of those in the future, to collaborate with me in
the act of creation.”

“But why ask me? Why not ask a scientist or a scholar?”

“Oh, but I do ask each scientist and scholar. I ask each person,
continuously. I am that other voice in each person’s mind. This is the
process of imagination and discovery. You cannot think without me and I
cannot think without you.”

“So, you want me to tell you everything I know about what you have
already created?”

Imagination is the threshold of being.

Reality is constantly becoming.

Reality arises as a foam from pre-reality.

Well what about eternity, and heaven.

That is meta-reality which abides in the heart.

(a work in progress)

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