It’s Always Something, Out of Nothing

Creatio ex nihilo—creation out of nothing. Usually reserved for gods and cosmology, but isn’t that what we’re all doing, all the time? A full-scale, 24/7 TV show plays in my head with no studio, no cameras, no past recordings. Just appearances, arising out of nowhere. You can’t help but watch. Where’d that come from?

We call some images in our head “memories,” as if they prove a past. But what about them actually says past? They show up now, the way food appears when you open the fridge: some things are there, some things aren’t. That’s all. You couldn’t list everything until you look. And when you do, it’s immediate, not historical. Milk, or no milk.

What did you do today? Got fired, fell in love, felt sick? Out of nowhere, it arrived. Out of nowhere, it passed. Always something out of nothing. Always.

“Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.”
—Haruki Murakami

“Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.” — Haruki Murakami

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What Remains?

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Nothing has substance. (Wave? Particle? Non-locality? Schrodinger’s cat and probability?)

Nothing has duration. (Time as a random series of images?)

So how can you, or anything else, be anything in particular? The mind strings an infinite number of images together, creating the appearance of being linear. Which image doesn’t fade? And thus fading, which would be true?

There is no attempt here to be mysterious, or hyperbolic, or even spiritual. Seriously. Both time and object permanence are learned. Does that make them true?

Please contact me here, if you’d like to discuss and/or consider the fallibility of perception/time/identity. Nothing is fixed. So who are you, and what is happening? Thank you.

Pre-Existing Condition (ΑΩ)

4DeD4fvSeekers seeking peace. The very act of looking for it is to step away from it, like a paper doll cut out of the paper, that then tries to find itself, and its source.

Peace doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t come and it doesn’t leave.

It is the unmoving eye at the center of the experiential storm.

Peace is neither a place to get to, or a status barometer.

It is not yours; nor is it mine. It isn’t personal. It cannot be owned, kept, found, or lost. It’s what is here when there’s no “you-ing” or “me-ing,” (i.e., hoping, looking, waiting for it).

It cannot possibly be had one minute, and then lost the next. Because it is prior to time; prior to the idea of looking for it; prior to hoping and waiting; prior to everything.

Peace is the pre-existing condition. It is just here, now. It is the absence of any condition.

Peace is the water, the ocean in which you swim. And you are not the fish.

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Olly, Olly, Oxen Free!

homeImagine having nothing to look forward to,
Random images called the past, fading, gone.
Imagine the speechlessness,
Of finding this here, without a word to name it.
Never repeating, this moment.
No other moment impinging,
Upon the sense of it all.

Imagine.

It is not a different moment than this.
There is nothing else.

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