Existence comes to me.
Read at your own risk: I wrote the following from an experience I had riding across the Rio Grande Bridge on Montano in Albuquerque.
The "Material" throws me. Throws everybody.
Time throws me. How can you take a concept like eternity seriously?Existence comes together with that singularity of creation called the Big Bang. ...when something wasn't, and then it is.
It has nothing to do with reality because reality, like time, is our perception. It's more like the seed of a nightly dream. The lifetime of that dream is the lifetime of the universe as a collection of physics that is only defined as told in the dream.
Too dreamy?
Well, look on the other "side" of that singularity. There are no physics. Or no One physics. There is only dream potential where walls are not defined. Limits are not defined. No carbon. No gold. No nothing. Only, maybe, the one thing we can speculate that exists is Energy?
There, there is no time. There is only eternity. Eternity, the word that ironically requires the concept of time in order to have relevance. If there is no time, then there is no need for the concept of eternity for there is no yang to its yin.
Now you can picture the other side of the sunrise called the singularity. Infinite possibilities. No need for questions about how old is anything. Or when will time end? It's relevant only to our existence called the Universe. It's like asking how long are we staying at Aunt Dorothy's house? Then it's irrelevant once we leave.
So if you ever felt like you're living a dream... you are. And you'll probably be around again to live it again because infinite possibility does imply you get more than one shot.
