before universe was a curiosity, then patterns of stories and a universe to become a mirror quench that curiosity
Everything, is made of stories. And what are stories but a society of patterns. And what are we, and every bit of us, but our stories and trace of existence. But patterns of information.
Now that much, is sort of clear. But what may not be clear, is how much information is summarized in human, how many existential dimensions human has, how many personas and mind fit in one person, and how much of it we are just never meant to find out. Then again, if there is infinite knowledge to be acquired, then however much we find out, we still got infinite amount of knowledge to be acquired. It’s like we’re jogging on the spot. We do make a difference relative to our past selves though. Today vs yesterday vs tomorrow.
But you see, the experience we have now, we own only and only, to the things we cannot perceive. If we could perceive everything, then there would be nothing at all.
Let me explain.
You are made of cells that are made of molecules that are made of atoms that are made of majority empty space, a nucleus of protons and neutrons that are made of smaller particles such as quarks, and electrons orbiting that nucleus so fast that they leave a trace behind like the blades of a fan rotating so fast to materialize a full circle that even cuts skin and this electron, just like light particles and those smaller particles that make up protons and neutron, have both wave and particle property meaning sometimes they act like energy, diffused particles sometimes as solid particles, and even when they do act like particles they are very indecisive about when to be where meaning they are every where all the time travelling in all possible and impossible in our imagination direction until a conscious human innocently looks for them and they appear exactly where they were looked for when they were looked for and even then these particles are vibrating knots in the energy that vibrate at different patterns like a note played at a single position in a violin that are connected to their past and future, no all pasts and futures, all vibrating to make one moment of the note, which is like our every fraction of a moment, every moment contains all past and future a new created resonant to that fraction of the moment, big bang every second. One more thing, is that electron travelling at every possible direction is like it’s the center of a sphere of energy, and that sphere reoccurs at every fraction of a distance between every electron, or every potential center of whole big bang and the end of it made to accommodate the electrons decision of who it is going to be as information patterns form who what is. No, in service of the decision of observer.
An eye that sees a bit more than our, would only see only wonderful multidimensional patterns, geometric chaos out of which a shape is suddenly born. An eye that sees a bit more than that, would just see nothing. But would feel all things. Loose all color, so it can contain every color within. Then come the explosion that’s the birth of a universe. Like a pulse of a heart.
If you delete time, as in the code for time that frame everything as it has, then everything would mold into one astronomical patter, that’s all the energies with frequencies we don’t perceive with our not so active brain. But then, there comes these artists, poets, who are enchanted by the world, and that breaks their barriers. They become surrounded by frequency of curiosity and wonder, leave all limiting frequencies behind because they fall in love. A blinding love, that actually open their eyes.
And there, comes inspirations and visions, of a slightly truer form of the world. And there comes Islamic geometric pattern. With colors and unity and beauty that you wouldn’t see with the eye that’s not enchanted by life.
So, I’d hope, you would open your heart to beautiful patterns of your life. And let me evolve into wonderful shapes they were meant to.
