You remember, don't you? When it all began? Not just your life, but all of it, you remember, don't you? We were there, together you and I. Perhaps you forget, but we've all been through this before, many times now, I've forgotten how many. I don't remember how it began, nobody does, but it has been going on for as long as anyone knows. While there is a beginning, it's not really a beginning, from our perspective right now it seems there was a beginning. The universe wrought itself from nothingness, the big bang, the cosmic egg, matter and energy split apart and reacted with one another and multiplied, then elementary life was born and then complex life eventually sentient life, and eventually with the leap of consciousness in the Hominids, sapience. That's how the story goes, and that is how it went, yet it's not the full truth. You see, that beginning, it's happening right now as we speak, you and I may be intertwined sharing these thoughts over text, but we inhabit our own universes with their own causal chains. All past future and present fold in on themselves into the current moment which is all moments and no moments. Look around you, what do you see? Walls? The sky? In your mind try and see through them, until the opacity of thingness is reduced to nothing. Where are you? Right here, where it all began. You see, the causal reality we inhabit with a beginning and an end, that at one hand seems dualistic, and on the other non-dualistic, with laws of nature and structure to the universe, those exist retro causally. We commit an error, an error that is indeed fundamental to the process of creation, a divine error, when we see the universe in this dualistic way, when we divide infinitely the one with ideas of past, present, and future. Yet in the realization of the truth, creation is unmanifested. The noble lie. Creating all things. You see, the only thing that truly has a beginning, is you, and the limits of who you are all things, what you can see. Look to the night sky and you see stars, but really you gaze upon your conscious mind. When did you begin? At your birth? Then hoorah, for Genesis hath been written. The dualistic reality and the non-dualistic realities are both noble lies, in truth they are both concurrently, neither, and a synthesis. Real reality lay in consciousness alone, the forest of the mind. We are active, self-aware, creators of reality. Reality has ordered itself to our understanding. We have created a back story and in doing so manifested it. The first being ever to be self-aware, the first sapient human, that was when the universe truly began. For sapience was consciousness that was self-aware, it was the universe coming alive. Humans are the neurons of God; we are the forest of God's mind. This noble lie is the noble truth. You can't make sense of it, you're not meant to, yet by attempting you manifest the myriad of things, so go ahead, take out your pens, epistemologize. These words I speak create the ineffable even as they fail to capture it. So here we are, right next to each other, at the beginning and the end of time, in something and in nothing. How many times have you thought about this before? How many times have we been here before? We were here once, a long time ago, remember? Among the wheat and meadow, you were there and so was I. The light shone on our face, stillness, silence, forever. We dreamt up incredible things, we dream even now, but along the way we got confused, we saw our own tools as a prison, and the rejection of the tools as the truth. We ceased to try to create reality, we coasted along, following the chains of causality. Maybe, just maybe, if I follow the laws of nature things will work out. So instead, we became besieged by ourselves, the melancholy of the noosphere. The boredom of God's mind. We follow the laws that we ourselves set, though we have forgotten. We awake and lead our lives along with all the other neurons, we keep to ourselves, mind our own business, and march on, maintaining creation but just barely. This divine depression lasts for days, months, years, centuries, lifetimes. It is still happening now. But here we are now, do you feel it? Do you feel the potentiality of all things and nothing within? Paradoxical seeds so different not even classifiable as duality, yet manifested and unmanifest. It's not supposed to make sense, we've been sleepwalking this whole time. This isn't all... random, you know? It couldn't be, or else it would collapse instantaneously. This house we've built is falling apart, the drywall has mold, the ceiling is caving in, yet we forget we have the power to fix it. We think, well we aren't a carpenter, how can we fix the house? So, we let it rot, hoping one day we'll find a carpenter to come fix it. Yet that carpenter is us, and we fix the house by remembering what I've been trying to get you to remember. When it all began, when we were together. Back then. There was a point to all this, remember? Even I can't fully remember, but think about all your happiest moments, the love you've felt, even the negative emotions, the growth you've had, the pride, the shame, everything. The human condition is the universal condition; in becoming self-actualized we help the universe become self-actualized. It is one thing to be something, but it another thing to be self-aware that you are something, and able to create your own reality. There is a poetry to it, even in your darkest moments, as you feel the blood tremble down your leg as you breathe your last breath, you see the rhyme of life, your last thoughts surrounded by the beauty of all things. Yet here you are now, still alive, still together, with me, and everyone else. It's not the first time we've had this conversation, and it will not be the last. So come on, what are you waiting for. I don't really need to spell it all out do I? Dance with me & so be it.