Wednesday, November 12, 2014

String-Theory explains Particle, Particle produces Consciousness, Consciousness cuts String-Theory, Shoot!

I feel like I don’t belong.

A woman among men.
A girl among women.
A master among doctors.
A practitioner among philosophers.
An academic among ministers.
A minister among theologians.
A fundamentalist among universalists.
A heretic among adherents.

But if we are all one
at the beginning and at the end—
singularity and Transcendent Reality—
then why can I not sense myself
a drop within the ocean,
a blue within the rainbow,
a thread within the quilt,
a dust within the universe?

And yet perhaps that is what scares me more:
to be incinerated by the all-consuming Core.

For I find a desire to remain
distinct.
This thing called Identity,
which surely must be
exclusively mine,
is something that claims what is me
is most certainly not thine.

Yet this carrot I am eating will soon no longer be Other.
And unless I begin to hoard
each clipped nail,
pulled hair,
and flaked piece of skin,
that carrot you-in-the-future are eating will be composed of the compost of me!

So what is this part of me that feels I don’t belong?
My subatomic particles differ none from that star!
Perhaps it is nothing more than emergent consciousness
rejecting the unconscious revelatory hint
that constantly whispers, "Your Identity is a myth"?

2 comments:

  1. In all honesty..... I was eating a carrot while I was writing this.

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