He who lays in between words, let me rest in your heart; your kingdom I am enamoured by, for it is grotesque but equally marvellous.
Undertaking lofty contemplation on the nature of matter and why matter is, I have come to the conclusion that there is no conclusion that is conceivable to us using logic. We are in the hands of absolute horror. Cyclical infinity time is not linear. You are everywhere at every conceivable moment. In the end, there is no end; everything is merely an expression of you. Imagine being a being that wants to be expressed as everything. The way is here and I am truly enamoured and disgusted by its immense glory.
From what I have gathered from my observations of reality at large, through my limited senses and intellect, it appears that, based on the facts that have currently been cultivated, there is nothing that “God” isn’t. Everything in reality, at a fundamental level, is comprised of the same building blocks, but structural differences ensure that various entities fulfill different niches in the broader scheme of reality. From the moon to the sun, from the gnat to the whale, from the human to the orchid, from the salmon to the brown bear, all this is merely God’s inevitability.
“In nature there is nothing contingent, but all things are determined from the necessity of the divine nature to exist and act in a certain way.”
— Baruch Spinoza
Evolution involves greedy consumption as myself and you reading would know. Organic organisms do not just want what satiates them but are eager for abundance, and eventually, this consumption will culminate in “God” consuming all and all being itself, this being the Big Crunch, until it decides to expand again. This potential process is referred to as the “Big Bounce.”
“Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect as well as for the star.”
— Albert Einstein
The clone analogy
To put it simply, imagine you clone yourself and your clone has no memory of ever being you. But it sees you, and it knows what itself looks like. In an attempt to curate identity, it aims to become you. If you take a look at evolution, God is this process. Natural selection drives chemical structures to be increasingly more complex in order to better channel entropy, evolutionary self-realization.
“Everything is full of gods.”
— Thales of Miletus
The ethics of this emptiness.
How can we legitimately judge someone or an event if what caused it was a cause and effect chain and merely moves in quantum engagements? A “horror-esque” thing that it has got going on, we are literally a product of our environment. And this environment in its entirety is “God.”
This enigma, this non-extrapolated force that is referred to as God, is quite literally you and there’s nothing in which you are not. However momentarily, you have not literally you, but the more vast force that resides has decided to take on individuality.
“You are the unconditioned consciousness that temporarily appears in the form of thoughts and feelings.”
— Rumi
This is what I theorize; however, the reason being I am quite lost in ambivalence, for still as the… How can identifty, whatever so thing, is done but never why, if you truly dig into the mechanisms?
“My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
The great remembrance
There’s no way back. Your longing, your desires are to preserve who you think you are, to keep safe your vessel underneath this primal triviality that you enclose yourself in. You are the unsheltered, the undefined, you are the essence.
Your peace that you seek out resides close to your suffering. Perhaps they are one in the same. What must occur is the transfiguration of your suffering, of your anxieties, of your inherent fear, denial of the inevitable.
You will cease to exist. Great pain is coming, in fact, it has already introduced itself upon your conception, unaware to you. We have the illusion of shelter, of safety, of freedom, but in fact, only you can deem yourself free. Nothing can truly confine you in your absolute.
But you must become your absolute and forget your name once again, perhaps give yourself a new one.
The middle man phenomenon
Organic matter in fact matter in it’s entirety is merely the middle man
The how in which it occurs is most definitely solvable but the why is most definitely not
Student of the human condition
“The saint and the madman both appear mad to the crowd; the difference is that the saint’s madness is in truth the highest sanity , absolute relation to the Absolute.”
— Søren Kiekergard
In my opinion, the understanding of reality is a purely intellectual pursuit utilizing logic and problem-solving to deduce everything down to the absolute temporarily in modes of individuality.
By Kierkegaard’s standards, the path of dharma and the pursuit of moksha would seem a kind of pseudo-insanity , an apparent detachment from reality that is, in truth, alignment with it. What the world calls madness is often the mark of someone who has seen through illusion.
Māyā is not mere illusion but the shifting surface of something deeper ; a projection of the Absolute through which consciousness experiences itself. If the universe is indeed holographic, then perhaps the ancients already understood: the real and the unreal are not opposites, but reflections.
The pursuit of truth feels, to me, a purely intellectual act , a process of reasoning, deduction, and problem solving that reduces all phenomena to the Absolute, even if only temporarily, through modes of individuality. Each mind functions as a vessel for the infinite to perceive itself, momentarily distinct yet never apart.
The intellect works downward, peeling away appearances, until it encounters its own boundary .The point where logic exhausts itself and something wordless remains. That silence is the Absolute , not reached by thought, but revealed when thought falls still.
My core message is a simple one. You must love your fate, you must embrace the Qadar Amor Fati, be the Ubermensch!
By Harvey Ray Okuwa
The Philosophy of Harvey Ray Okuwa 