To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. – William Blake

. . . it occurred to me that relativity and quantum theory might imply the spontaneous creation of universes from nothing. If so, matter and energy would not be fundamental but manifestations of underlying laws. Ultimate reality would be the laws themselves–the mind of . . . God. – Edward P. Tryon.

Some of the world's greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.

       "At these times," said Dumbledore, indicating the stone basin, "I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form."
       "You mean . . . that stuff's your thoughts?" Harry said, staring at the swirling white substance in the basin.
       "Certainly," said Dumbledore. . . . – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm as it was bright;
And round beneath it Time in hours, days, years
Driven by the spheres
Like a vast shadow moved. – H. Vaughan.

              No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. - John Donne.

The probability of life originating from accident is comparable to the probability of the unabridged dictionary resulting from an explosion in a printing shop. – Edwin Conklin.

              I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. – Sir Isaac Newton.

         Man: Half dust, half deity. — Lord Byron.

Hell is but the collected ruins of the moral world, and sin is the principle that has made them.–      Marlowe.

"But aren't you going to run and help her?" Alice asked...
       "No use, no use!" said the King.
"She runs so fearfully quick, you might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch!"
       Lewis Carroll.

Truth is beautiful and divine no matter how humble its origin.—Michael Pupin

The ways of God in nature, as in providence, are not our ways; nor are the models that we frame in any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus. –Joseph Glanvill.

Metaphysician: A man who goes into a black cellar at midnight without a light looking for a black cat that is not there. – ascribed to Baron Bowen.

What we have in us of the image of God is the love of truth and justice. --Demosthenes.

Now at last the sacred influence
Of light appears, and from the walls of
Shoots far into the bosom of Night
A glimmering dawn. – John Scotus Erigena.

There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. – N.P. Willis.

The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter. – J.R.R.Tolkien. The Lord of the Rings.

Life is the soul's nursery–Its training place for the destinies of eternity. – Thackeray.

. . . for until that God who rules all the region of the sky. . . has freed you from the fetters of your body, you cannot gain admission here. Men were created with the understanding that they were to look after that sphere called Earth, which you see in the middle of the temple. Minds have been given to them out of the eternal fires you call fixed stars and planets, those spherical solids which, quickened with divine minds, journey through their circuits and orbits with amazing speed.... – Cicero, Scipios Dream.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. – Hood.

For behold, the kingdom of heaven is within you. – Luke 17.21

We live our lives in chains, and don't even know we have the key! – The Eagles.

The soul on earth is an immortal guest, compelled to starve at an unreal feast; a pilgrim panting for the rest to come; an exile anxious for his native home. – H. More.

          We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time...
          Now all this is literally true, as men knew in the great past and as they will know again. – D.H. Lawrence Apocalypse.

If the Stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile. – Emerson

The gates of hell are open, night and day;
Smooth the descent, and easy the way. – Virgil. Aeneid.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts, fading away,--
Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
– Thomas Moore

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms. – Rabindranath Tagore.

          Deem you that only you have thought and sense, While heaven and all its wonders, sun and earth, scorned in your dullness, lack intelligence? Fool! what produced you? These things gave you birth: So have they mind and God. – Campanella, Sonnet XIX.

Number is the Word but is not utterance; it is wave and light, though no one sees it; it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form of life is a particular reverberation of Number. – Maurice Druon, the Memoirs of Zeus.

If a thousand old beliefs were ruined in our march to truth we must still march on. – Brooke.

The records of an entity are written upon time and space as the skein of things. They may be called as images. For thoughts are things, and as they run so are the impressions made upon what we call time and space. – Edgar Cayce,(1562-1)

It is easier to find a score of men wise enough to discover the truth than to find one intrepid enough, in the face of opposition, to stand up for it. – A.A. Hodge.

[link] HYMN TO APOLLO--Shelly

The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.–Lucan.

Truth is so great a perfection, that if God would render himself visible to men, he would choose light for his body and truth for his soul. – Pythagoras.

. . . the original propulsion of inner characteristics outward into the formation of the ego could be compared with the birth of innumerable stars--an event of immeasurable consequences that originated on a subjective level and within inner reality... – Jane Roberts, Seth Speaks.

The gods are immortal men and men are mortal gods.–Aristotle.

Though the mills of the God grind slowly, yet they grind exceedingly small; though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. -- Freidrich Von Logan, Retribution.

If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see there; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there. – John Newton.

The true felicity of life is to be free from anxieties and perturbations; to understand and do our duties to God and man, and to enjoy the present without any serious dependence on the future. –Seneca.

         The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental mental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. – Albert Einstein, The World As I See It.

I am part of the sea and stars
And the winds of the South and North;
Of mountains and Moon and Mars,
And the ages sent me forth! – Edward H.S. Terry.

If a universe could create itself, it would embody the powers of a creator, and we should be forced to conclude that the universe itself is a God. – George Davis.

       I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore, cannot disintegrate into nothingness, and so are immortal. –
        Wernher von Braun.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the Light of common day. – Wordsworth.

"Science–great, mighty, and in the end unerring," replied my uncle, dogmatically, "science has fallen into many errors–errors which have been fortunate and useful, rather than otherwise, for they have been the steppingstones to truth." Jules Verne – A Journey to the Center of the Earth.

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion. –

     "Oh my heart that I have had when on Earth, don't stand up against me as a witness, don't make a case against me beside the great god."--(Hieroglyph translation).
     [The jackal-headed god Anubis weighs the deceased's heart, site of conscience, against the feather of maat, or things as they should be].

"The old church bell rang out the hour with a mournful sound, as if it had grown sad from so much communing with the dead and unheeded warning to the living; the fallen leaves rustled; the grass stirred upon the graves; all else was still and sleeping." Charles Dickens—The Old Curiosity Shop.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings.

There is music in the spacing of the spheres.



       The day came when Eragon went to the glade beyond Oromis's hut, seated himself on the polished white stump in the center of the mossy hollow, and–when he opened his mind to observe the creatures around him–sensed not just the birds, beasts, and insects but also the plants of the forest.
       The plants possessed a different type of consciousness than animals: slow, deliberate, and decentralized, but in their own way just as cognizant of their surroundings as Eragon himself was. The faint pulse of the plants' awareness bathed the galaxy of the stars that wheeled behind his eyes–each bright spark representing a life–in a soft, omnipresent glow. Even the most barren soil teemed with organisms; the land itself was alive and sentient.
       Intelligent life, he concluded, existed everywhere.
       As Eragon immersed himself in the thoughts and feelings of the beings around him, he was able to attain a state of inner peace so profound that, during that time, he ceased to exist as an individual. He allowed himself to become a nonentity, a void, a receptacle for the voices of the world. Nothing escaped his attention, for his attention was focused on nothing.
       He was the forest and its inhabitants.
       Is that what a god feels like? wondered Eragon when he returned to himself.
       He left the glade, sought out Oromis in his hut, and knelt before the elf, saying, "Master, I have done as you told me to. I listened until I heard no more." – Christopher Paolini. Eldest–Inheritance–Book two.

Is the Universe Sentient?
If so then maybe the Universe has the ability to break itself into many pieces and invest itself in every form of life.

Thus, every being sentient and non-sentient is a projection of a part of the Universal Soul.

Then the Universe uses the perspective of individual beings in a process of self-examination and a search for meaning.

Maybe that's what the meaning of Life really is, something for each of us to discover for ourselves. Since each of us is different, therefore the meaning of Life is different for each of us. So that we will have to find our own place in the Universe.

So that eventually all beings are truly One.

What do you think?

Nelson T

Each of us is a God, Buddha had said. Each of us knows all. We need only open our minds to hear our own wisdom.

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