self-centeredness

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Love

This may turn into late-night ramblings, but I hope it doesn’t. It may also turn into something of the sort that Livejournal was in the past. That was so long ago that I’m not sure what exactly that would mean.

I could write a book on love, if I could muster up the will to slog through writing that many pages consecutively. I can’t. I wouldn’t want to. Then I’d have to write a book.

But I do think love is important.

And I’m not talking about lovey dovey squishy mushy Valentine’s Day love. There is that kind of love, and it’s rather nice, but I’m not talking about it tonight. It would be messy, to say the least. Not to mention, a little emo? I can’t believe I’m even using that word though. But can you imagine talking about lovey dovey squishy mushy Valentine’s Day love on a blog? How myspace of you.
I digress. And I meant to, because I wanted to say “I digress.”

Love.

If there is something out there, bigger than all of us, (and I think there is, and yet any conception of what that is, for me, dissolves right there) I think it’s the concentration of love to such an extent that it develops a consciousness.
Some people call that God. I sometimes do, but mostly because God is spelled g-o-d, and it’s only one syllable. And that’s also how I spell it, just like that. god.
But I mean, what else would you call a living, thinking, Universal being that is everywhere all the time? I don’t know. It’s beyond my conception completely.
So I improvise. Hence, god.

But this is where love is important. If this living, thinking, Universal being that is everywhere all the time, is really there, that sounds like an awful lot of power. Religions tell me that this thing is the one who has created everything. Or is everything. Or discovers everything. Whatever.

In my experience, it’s never meddled or fiddled or…cat and the fiddle? Don’t forget the moon.

Where did those things come from? I don’t know.

That’s the honest truth. I don’t know.
I don’t know where this all came from, not really, not for sure. Others will tell you that they know for sure. The scientists will tell you about the big bang, and about evolution. Religions will tell you about God. Or god. And creation.
Did you know that scientists aren’t exactly sure how life actually began though? They aren’t, not positive anyhow.

I don’t want to knock Christianity at all, I just know more about it than I do other religions, so I’m using it as an example…

Some Christians will tell you the world was created in seven days. They believe they know for sure. Maybe they do. That’s more than I can say for myself.

Einstein will tell you… or, rather, he told the world before he died, that time was relative. Maybe days were longer in the past. Scientists will tell you they weren’t, that they were shorter instead. But who said a day was one spin of the Earth? Maybe it was two.

I don’t know much. Not really.
But in the past, what seems a long, long time ago now, I knew even less.

I know one thing for sure.

Something is out there. And in here. And in there, wherever you are.

And that same something is next to those lovely nebulae that are making stars.

And don’t forget snowflakes, right here on our little home.

Those are beautiful.

But it’s getting late, so I will leave you with one thought.

Don’t blame things that we do to each other on god.

I Just Couldn’t Stand It Anymore

I may never ever use this thing again, but I just couldn’t stand it.  There are so many non-professional things that I want to write about that just can’t go on my main site.  So, maybe more to come soon.