Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.
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…
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet
Life is 90% maintenance.
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…
Man is a god in ruins who has forgotten his own divinity.