Expression of Contemplation and Realization
A Personal Contemplation of Existence
Since the Presumed Beginning of the Universe
From the first breath of existence — when the universe unfolded from what we now call the singularity — something set into motion that we have come to perceive as time. It began as expansion, as vibration, as light and dark emerging together in the grand first dawn.
But time itself, I suspect, is not what it appears. It is not a march, nor a line, nor even a circle. It is, perhaps, a single day stretching through endless dawns, middays, and dusks — one long continuum of moment that never truly began and shall never truly end.
When cosmologists speak of the Big Bang, they speak of a point of infinite density erupting into distance. Yet in a more hidden sense, that point still exists in all things.
