The sun was dressed in mortal hues as if spread like a seasonal ball
on a prostitute’s canvas of life dilly dallying with a sigh of bereft love
The wonderful skies I wish to touch as they bend down on daily grind
Nothing to cope with the universe but a light so fast as relative to
my own existence is nothing but a lifeline of horrednous proportions
I hesitate to pick the flowers from the floor as they are in dire respect
for the prostiute who now having seen the remembrance of love lost
loose on me for stinking money that I recompense with delight
And the shadow of the sun growing intense as love forsakes the Gods
who trifle with money and lag behind all the sheep in an effot to guide
the sheep through intense fire on icy molten rocks where fledgling birds
sweep on to kill the last remanant of love as seen by the prostiute through
corner of her eye. Rest all sweeps the vale where lay hidden love and diamonds.
The prostiute looked with a shine in the diamonds that are women’s forever friends
There he sat in oneness with the cosmos
Eyes closed, in lotus position he sat cradling the universe
memory and desire stilled the compass of love
which pointed in east-west and the conundrum of the west
he put to the east, looking for questions dissolving into the abyss
of time and space, time-space dissolving into the true being
His sense of awakening and awareness as weakening
Free floating in the constellations he as a soul nothing
but himself without a space suit feeling the ever stretching space
and as a chanceless in the samadhi, eternally connected to
the music of spheres wringing in the air and calling upon
the name of love and vanishing ego leaves behind nothingness
and the stillness of being.
Nothingness and there on to something in this life and then going on to meet infinity is the fate of the soul. The soul begins its journey from nothingness like the universe beginning from nothing. The soul then attains something or some value in its existence upon the earth. Finally, it must embrace the infinity in the end. But all through its existence upon the earth, the soul has free will as the wavefunction collapses to meet indeterminacy.
Free will lends the soul a support to choose whatever destiny has in store for it, though everything is freely calculated from time-space slice beforehand. We know the time-space continuum but we don’t know what’s in store for us. It has to be lived through indeterminacy. Hence infinity turns out to be a natural destiny of the soul.
So do we have a moral responsibility for our actions? not much. Since the fate is the same for every organism, the organism is not morally responsible for his actions. Moreover, the indeterminacy calculates the action taken as the logical consequence of all the actions that are taken alongwith, like a wavefunction takes all the possibilities and then finally resolving with the final outcome.
The beautiful sound errupted from the vale
a dancing maid took to the eyes with storm
bulging her eyes she crossed with the starry lover
who kept on singing the song of forsaken lore
Now she called upon the distant maid
her partner in the silly shove of potato crop
they were potato eaters now groping for more
love and love upon castles built in the air
Longing for her dreams, she danced lightly on her toes
as silently he played the dulcimer only to abandon
the song and the place in favour of mountains maroon
There is strange connectedness in things that have made it to reality apart from necessity is the will to be that material world or which the matter exhibits. So does matter have a will? The matter has a consciousness that is subliminal in the sense it is there yet not aware of itself but of the other world that is beyond it.
According to Jung, the supernatural or extrasensory phenomena does exist. So the subliminal nature of matter is verified in the plausibility of Quantum Physics.
What is beyond reflection or fantasy of reality is the unknown unconscious world that lay as a condition of life to search for meaning. Ego- adaptive world seeks meaning in one life that is lived.
The observed one and the observer are one in reality for it is the subject interference that causes the observer to observe the reality and ending up observing himself. It could be that all events are simultaneous to the existence and the observation is an illusion of doing observation
So if we overcome the very existence of ego by transcending space through beliefs in the extrasensory perception, we will see the interconnectedness of all events that are happening as if God at his helm is driving through the life. So we yield to dissolving the intuition of space and time into a state of blissful oneness with the cosmos.
We are sitting in a black hole and the only way out is to the other universe. So we already have as much mass in the universe as is needed this is proven by the fact that nothing falls upon anything. Space and mass are balanced though space is increasing so it weakens the gravitational force between the galaxies, yet they remain in symmetry. The point of departure into the other universe is stargate or portal. By annihilating the space we could let the universe collapse upon itself thus generating the portal from where to make an exit.
The eternal black hole leads to enough space within itself that matter though could travel but never escape it hence we cannot exit the universe unless we create a wormhole between two spaces and let the matter disappear from one and enter the event horizon of the other. Still, the symmetry of the universe is maintained as according to Einstein–Rosen bridges. There must be a separate white hole interior region that allows us to extrapolate the trajectories of particles that an outside observer sees rising up away from the event horizon. So we are transferring the matter from within the white hole interior regions which we inhabit in the universe.
So either we annihilate space or create Einstein-Rosen bridges to make interstellar travel possible but either maintains the symmetry of the multiverse.
That dame coiled within
like a hermit upon hunting
would not walk at all
but remain rooted to her earth
like a fresh shower of summer
through sleight of her hands
she would loose sugary coated
sweet upon her lips
like a fresh morning dressed
in red and dissolving