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Wednesday it is, Wednesday morning, January 2nd, of the New Year 2019. The New Years celebration and event bothers nor stirs me not at all anymore since years ago I realized that it's not real, it's all a human construct, this counting, dating and recording Time. Once you get off this planet, it means nothing, probably not even to the Man in the Moon. It's all for our own timekeeping convenience, so much so that we've come to believe that it's real, as the asininity of those who thought the year 2000 would trigger the Second Coming.
The rest of the solar system, galaxy and universe just keep on keeping on oblivious until the Eschaton when everything grinds to a halt and the big chill sets in and everything cools down to absolute zero at which point nothing will be, and never will have been so far as anyone can tell. How many gazillions of times has that happened in the universal cycle, and is that happening even as we speak, in other universes. Perhaps all for amusement of the Logos? We may be his/her equivalent of the electric trains that first I, then my brother, saw waiting under the Christmas tree and played with, controlling and watching the train go round and round its track for a long time before going on to other entertainment.
Or a mobile hanging from the ceiling in the children's playroom, in which each colored disk is a Logos-Ignited universe unto itself.
Maybe that's what we are? Whoever has read The Chronicles of Narnia well knows that not only Space but also Time moves in a mysterious way, like God:
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
One of my bucket list items for eternity was to ride ashore in a Category 5 hurricane. I'm over that, have checked it off and moving on.
T
The rest of the solar system, galaxy and universe just keep on keeping on oblivious until the Eschaton when everything grinds to a halt and the big chill sets in and everything cools down to absolute zero at which point nothing will be, and never will have been so far as anyone can tell. How many gazillions of times has that happened in the universal cycle, and is that happening even as we speak, in other universes. Perhaps all for amusement of the Logos? We may be his/her equivalent of the electric trains that first I, then my brother, saw waiting under the Christmas tree and played with, controlling and watching the train go round and round its track for a long time before going on to other entertainment.
Or a mobile hanging from the ceiling in the children's playroom, in which each colored disk is a Logos-Ignited universe unto itself.
Maybe that's what we are? Whoever has read The Chronicles of Narnia well knows that not only Space but also Time moves in a mysterious way, like God:
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
One of my bucket list items for eternity was to ride ashore in a Category 5 hurricane. I'm over that, have checked it off and moving on.
T