My sweet amiguita, Millie, wrote about The Weight of Data, a topic her beloved has been ruminating with some loss of sleep. It appears my sweet husband and I have similar conversations. He defines himself as an atheist who doesn’t believe in the existence of a “bearded sky fairy controlling my life” and does not understand the “release-all-love-all-unicorn-saves-the-world mentality” that Millie describes. I, on the other hand, define myself as an expression of the Enormity that is All, with no need to believe anything because I simply know. Something more in line with Millie’s view.
In pondering Millie’s post, it came to me that many of us approach the concept of thoughts, ideas, beliefs, etc., from the standpoint of form or mass. It seems that we buy into the concept that it is form that comes first, then evolves or transmutes into something else. What if we’re looking at this issue upside down? What if it’s not form that evolves and transmutes into something higher, but the Enormity that is All (my definition, because I can’t think of anything larger or more neutral to call it) simply expressing, temporarily, as the form or mass that we experience in daily life?
I’m not a scientist, a scholar, nor do I have any formal credentials from any accredited institution. I just like to think. From my standpoint, in attempting to define infinity through finite understandings, we are, essentially, trying to stuff the genie back into the bottle.
My sweet husband has survived a number of strokes, and although his brain has been impaired in its ability to transmit and/or express his thoughts, wishes, ideas, those very same thoughts, wishes, ideas have not stopped. His mind is still as clear, lucid, and brilliant as it’s always been. As it’ll always be. I see the brain – the mass, the tissue, the form – as the transmitter of That which is his infinite essence (I’d call it Soul, but he vehemently disagrees with that concept) expressing through this temporary, finite form that he’s taken on.
Why would thoughts, those expressions of infinity and eternity evident in our daily lives, have to be confined to a finite definition, such as mass? And why would a defined mass have a greater magnitude of credibility than eternity?
I’ll ponder that some more!