De-Briefing

We were all once one and the same, our parts the sum in and of itself, and then we exploded out in every direction.  We were once the center and the circumference, and from that beginning the universe stretched across time, that invisible hand on the dial, fine-tuning the fabric of reality along this machine's cruel drive towards complexity. 

We are the centers of our own universes. Through the dichotomous prisms of the self and the sum we each live in a World based upon our own unique experience: the influences of our past, the possibilities of the future, and the power and whole-ness of now.

People, and thusly Worlds collide. Visit, but do not be dominated by, your past. Hindsight is 20/20, it's probably the only sight that is actually so. All the planning and all the awareness you can muster pales in significance to coming out the other side, of having been there and done that. At no other time can you look into things with such depth, and pinpoint where it all went wrong or right, what culmination of factors came into play. Memory is our most valuable tool in evolution, in survival, in learning. So much so that sometimes we spend so much time looking back, that we forget to turn back around, for useful as the past is, to dwell on it with all your might is to doom yourself, to stick yourself in time while the rest of the world carries on without you. Look back on the past, make no mistake, it can be a great place to visit, but you don't want to live there, it is made of bones and dust and decay where nothing grows fresh, only stale and bitter. 

Learn from your mistakes, your most precious commodity, and look to the future, but most of all be open to the now; because if you walk with your arms open, welcoming and accepting of the chaos the world is built from, if you are aware to the lessons you've lived and who you have become, you can recognize those people, those worlds, that would collide with you; you can see it coming if you are open to its possibility, and you can choose to catch them as your paths intersect.

The evolution of all civilization across history seems to mirror a human's life. The early ages of man were more innocent, our infancy, where the defining mythologies compose a map of our collective consciousness, where messages begin purer, morality tales and allegories of human experience relived through the prism of each human mind exposed to them.

But as we grow, we become burdened by our experiences, weighed down by all we've lived and all we might yet endure, disenfranchised by the endless negotiation between yourself and the whole; we accumulate baggage and our view is refracted by our histories, as individuals and societies, civilizations and companies, so many and so separate and divided. By geography and language we have brought ourselves up on our own, but as the world becomes a smaller place, as the global community becomes more intricately intertwined, and more and more we are forced to deal with each other while the population grows, and the argument grows more heated, we forget that we all came up in the first place by joining forces in this negotiation, we found balance in ourselves and with the world, and now that we're older, in order to move on to the next stage in our journey as a species, our subcategory of life at its most complex on this blue-green orb, we have to rediscover that innocence, that open, welcoming, trusting stance; we are all on the same team, your disagreements mean nothing when the message is the same only the words have changed, and your baggage warps the frame through which you experience existence.

Our world being imagination manifest, our cities built on thought alone, imagine what we could accomplish if we all worked as one instead of putting up all of our boundaries, bricking up all our walls.

There is no limit to what we might become, every part of us was once part of something else, and we are all made up of exploded suns.

Be your own pyrotechnics display.

And if we are all the center, then we are all one, always, all ways; then the universe is the body of god, and the consciousness of life is the mind of god. Omniscient, omnipresent. So if you ask "how can god allow 'this'", it is because 'we' allow it, the power is entirely in our hands, "God helps those who helps themselves".

If we are god, then there is no passing of the buck, we are all responsible, our actions are our own, as are the consequences, because the things you do affect those around you, whoever and whatever inhabits your life, your fingerprints are all over them.

If we are god, then everything we believe is real, you are the master of your own afterlife, heaven is all you dream of, and hell is all you dread, it is an extension of yourself, inescapable and exactly what you will.

You control your destiny because the great plan that the universe, and so god, is concerned with is that of the whole, and we are but a drop in the ocean of this verse, it is up to us to save ourselves, because by the probabilities that accumulate across the breadth of the universe, there are no doubt other civilizations both more and less in harmony than us.

In the waking of the universe, we are not the only option, we must forge our own way. We are order sprung from chaos to order it in turn, for we are truly made in god's image, living the journey of infancy, innocence, possibility, and wonder, to the puberty of corruption by experience, to the syncing of adulthood with the worlds abound, to the acceptance, self-knowledge, and self-improvement of middle-age, and finally to the teacher, wizened and humbled in old age.

Where the end is the beginning is the end, we all become aware of our inevitable destination, when the fabric stretches flat, when entropy occurs, when mortality catches up with us. So if death is chasing us, work fast, we've got a lot to do, we'd better get it done.

And while you do, look around, while it lasts: it's all a treat. In all the chaos of our collision-course orbits about this planet, there is beauty and beast, comedy and tragedy, the brightest brights and the darkest darks, a kaleidoscope of human experience and all complimenting each other, if only for the lows to more define the highs. And if you ever forget how important your own center is, look up, be witness to the majesty of creation, to the heavens from which we burst, and to where we will one day return, and know that it was all for you, all for us, these Russian Doll worlds inside one another, a web increasing in complexity the further we stretch from our beginning, a map of where we've been and where we're going, on the inside and the out in rorschach symmetry.

We are all on the same side, wasting lives on infighting, wasting lives on politics, until we find that balance between our selves. This is not the world it once was, once simple, now complicated. Letting go is the hardest thing you'll ever do, but the engine drives remorselessly on; catch up, change, or die.