Thursday, June 26, 2025

If time is not linear and loops around, maybe we are everything. Every blade of grass, every drop of water, every molecule is one. Everything is not only a facet of a greater being, but is that greater being. WE, the self of the greater we, are the smallest to the largest. Every competition is with the WE. Any being in distress, suffering ignored, call for help unanswered is the WE. Each person met, shown kind to, make love with, is part of the greater WE. All neglect, abuse, murder is done by and to WE.

Each iteration of the WE is a choice to forget the WE and live as I. WE are gods and air and dirt and demons. WE are the wind in a hurricane and the calm of a pond. We are the flame of a candle and the rage of a forest fire. WE are all, but for each lifetime, the I and you do not know that we are WE. The glimpses to the infinite happen when the singular of me or you remember something from when we were WE. Soothsayers and visionaries are those who have lived other lives along their timeline.

There is no true concept of before or after, of time or following a preconceived path. WE, as you and me, use those ideas to make sense of the world. Is it necessary to think in a linear fashion in order to live the lives we live? Or is that all a human construct? 

WE are the universe and WE are nothing. WE are thought and action and harm and care. Everything happens. Every life lived is a lesson for the WE. WE are chaos and order. Nothing is preordained as each happening is new, but it has all happened before.

This is where this philosophy breaks down for me. If the WE is everything, then every genocide, every form of distruction, every accident was/is, in some way, a choice. Maybe this is the limit of my human mind that makes this so utterly devastating. If the human is the most mentally evolved creature, yet WE allow make this to happen, then there is no kindness, good deed, nor repenting can erase the harm that WE caused to WE. 

But maybe that’s part of it?

If it is all lessons that WE are teaching to WE, maybe WE want to see the worst of WE as well as the best. In the infinite, does worst and best even mean anything? WE are WE and WE are broken and whole at the same time. Pleasure is pain; joy is sorrow; humor is grave; nothing is everything to the WE.

My head hurts… I’ll think more on this later.