Infinity

Do I believe in a God as necessarily existing somehow, as if in infinity? Possibly. Heaven? Not so much. I think the way this universe is structured it's providing all life a glimpse at the infinite power, to the point where as Einstein had once mused, did God even have a choice in creating it? Influenced now by some of Kant's thoughts on the subject lead me to reflect upon my limited scope of understanding anything in general, the thoughts espoused by Kant my mind processes the information as if a key were churning. I can't avoid the thought of the universe based on a statistico-deterministic foundation, having read Schrodinger's "What is Life?". This planet is so widely varied within itself among the amazing and complex varieties of languages, art, music, etc. The statistico part of the equation is so powerful in regard to the size of a single life form, I can't help but imagine that every other form of intelligent life must follow the same pattern. Imagine if Dinosaurs roamed the Earth, what other kinds of miraculous life roam among us in this universe? Don't imagine it like a Star-Trek film, imagine actual life forms actually existing, necessarily existing by relation to us as we all share the same gradual organizing principle of evolution, my faculty of fantasy pales in its inability to imagine the infinitely powerful essence as it presents itself to us, in the most important fashion: size.

The God of most terrestrial religions are small Gods, concerned with the fates of its humanly subjects. The God of Spinoza is truly great, as it gives us another reason to cite evidence for its supreme energy and power. Best of all, here it is, in a system, for you to discover and to come to know me in this immensely difficult task. Having been born ignorant is one thing, but remaining in ignorance is truly destitution. Religion's worship of "perfect" books, i.e., the Bible or Quran is almost like idolatry in comparison to the God beyond that of Earth, the God of this masterful exposition of its qualifications. Religion at its current state will continue to influence the state of the world for many years to come, however I think sooner or later they will be outdated and remembered as fragments of our struggling for spiritual freedom. I think religion will eventually move away from its organized and dogmatic origins and transcend into something more suitable, something individualized as opposed to being institutionalized. For that reason I make a distinction between religion and God: the religions of the world may be said to praise "the God of Earth," while the all-powerful author may be referred to as "the God of the actually existing Universe."

The Hubble telescope is reportedly only capable of observing approximately 80 billion galaxies. Imagine further, if you could, that by the time civilization reaches the ability to peer even further through the universe, that as this newly minted capacity is developed, the 80 billion we currently observe bears the same relationship in size as we do to itself as it does with this newly observable universe, for dramatic effect. How wild my imagination runs in fantasizing the life forms occupying the many other galaxies of the universe. Knowing my inability to even comprehend its magnitude amounts to evidence in favor of the powerfulness of its essence, as if to introduce us to this world and reflect upon its greatness and the greatness of its creator, what better proof can God give of his power than setting up the world in such a way that we are so poorly incapable of even picturing it. We can't even see beyond the measly limits of telescopes! My mind faulters in its processing of fantasies, for even the wildest of them are unable to fully comprehend the nature of our existence. When I think of heaven, my mind says, who needs it? This place is where its at. For the funny fact of the matter is that we also live in a world so big it is possible to eek one's existence away in a corner of the world without even the slightest conception of relativity between the universe and their respective positions. To them, this world is massive as it is, and in my travels I easily came to that conclusion.

The world is so massive you'll never get to know most of the other people that inhabit it. How stunningly remarkable! The absolute immensity of existence is scarily evident at all levels! I'm unable to even conceptualize 6 billion other fellow human beings, nevermind the rest of the universe--my goodness! How I would love to know how a type 3 civilization(Kardashev scale) operates! What sorts of energy acquirement technology and engineering necessary to process it for civilizational needs. How absolutely mind-blowing the thought. I have no reason to envy anybody for anything, because it's a petty trait, but oh how I envy those who will participate in such a civilization. Your reality is my imagination, and although the chances are this message wouldn't reach them since it's in English and from the silly little planet Earth among other in the Milky Way galaxy, it wouldn't last long enough on its own even as an idea that could be transmitted memetically through time, there are so many conditionalities and I highly doubt on the basis of probability they'll all ever be fulfilled.

I wish I could know, but hey, the sensation of incomprehensibility keeps me more than satisfied. Our brains are so poorly constrained we can barely understand usually no more than 2 of the great many languages derived among humanity. Imagine that, being able to apreciate the poetical verses in their beautiful and varied ways, my mind struggles even to know a fraction of the information this great planet has on it. Here I'll share one I've been interested in lately,



Zu Spinozas Ethic

Wie lieb ich diesen edlen Mann
Mehr als ich mit Worten sagen kann.
Doch fuercht’ ich, dass er bleibt allein
Mit seinem strahlenden Heiligenschein.

So einem armen kleinen Wicht
Den fuehrst Du zu der Freiheit nicht.
Der amor dei laesst ihn kalt
Das Leben zieht ihn mit Gewalt.

Die Hoehe bringt ihm nichts als Frost
Vernunft ist fuer ihn schale Kost.
Besitz und Weib und Ehr’ und Haus
Das fuellt ihn vom oben bis unten aus.

Du musst schon guetig mir verzeihn
Wenn hier mir fellt Muenchhausen ein,
Dem als Einzigen das Kunststueck gediehn
Sich am eigenen Zopf aus dem Sumpf zu zieh’n.

Du denkst sein Beispiel zeigt uns eben
Was diese Lehre den Menschen kann geben.
Mein lieben Sohn, was faellt dir ein?
Zum Nachtigall muss man geboren sein!
Vertraue nicht dem troestlichen Schein:
Zum Erhabenen muss man geboren sein.