How do we perceive the link between the Universe in which we all live and Consciousness that we all share? What exactly binds the two together?
This two-year blog has been “an interstice of unreason” and will be “briefly felt, then passing,” in the timeless Universe. It has undertaken a long work of understanding and incorporating an infinite number of points of view on the nature of the bond between the Universe and Consciousness. It is meant to initiate a dialogue with sensitive beings and creative souls, and will continue to unfold like an “imaginal puzzle” that makes “sense on one level, nonsense on another”. I will let readers decide where reality hides and fiction lies. I thank those who have joined this dialogue. Your perspective on the subject inspires me.
During COVID, I have been more prolific, writing four or even five posts each month since last Spring. I wish to slow down my pace and to limit the number of posts to two per month. After two years and 67 posts, I still hear a different drummer and express more confidence about the way I feel. Here is where I stand today:
- I believe in the emotion of time that stirs the soul of the Universe.
- I have stated that I intuitively feel that time comes first. Either time comes first, or time simply does not exist.
- The Universe reveals itself by expressing itself and knows itself through every bit of experience.
- After writing a recent post on agency, I am hesitant to say, for now, whether every bit of experience is a form of consciousness.
- We will solve the mystery of consciousness if we crack the code of time.
I am told that I am the Neptunian type for my love of the unknown and my exploration of the strange or the foreign, that in my discovery of the human soul, I have the gift of perceiving others. My quest may be messy and lacking discipline, but it makes it all the more enjoyable. I only thrive on intuition, imagination, and sensitivity, hopelessly dedicated to those qualities. Although I wish it to be a collective ideal, I know that it is a solitary path.
I am contemplative in nature, painfully receptive towards atmospheres, places and people. For that I have cultivated the art of letting go. I follow my inspirations for better or for worse. Is that a chimerical goal? To the best of my ability, I will continue to strike the right balance between science, philosophy, and poetry.