MICHAEL STEWART
MICHAEL STEWART
When I began I was a man of science. I believed there was no proof beyond what we can see and test and prove. I don’t believe that anymore. Now most nights I wake up in a cold sweat convinced some deeper truth may reveal itself in my dream, if only I can hang on…
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.
But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years – and it opens….
It began with an act of supreme violence– a big bang expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago? Are we born only…
Every action changes our fate.