The Infinity Thread
God appears in the mirror every day. God makes mistakes.
God is fallible. God smites.
My immediate family was gone by the time I had reached my
late teens. Always one to wonder at the parameters of life’s
mysteries, this fact of mortality pushed me to find answers
where none were given.
What happened to my loved ones? Was it all over for them?
Their bodies expired and already hollow, shallow mockeries or
ashes in an urn, had any part of them except the encompassing
memories popping up at every event somehow survived?
Was there any hope that we would be together again? Or was
life, and existence itself, all just a flicker in the default of black
nothingness?
But miracles were everywhere. Vision was a miracle.
Hearing was miraculous. Even simple existence was a chain
of improbable links.
Why did she have to die so young? It wasn’t fair. Where was
karma? A good person dies while a mean, arrogant fool lives on
for decades.
Nothingness. The void. This was what I was left with, the
legacy of the mortal. In a dimension where energy could not be
destroyed, only changed, how could that which once was be
extinct?
I witnessed only one constant in the known and reported universe:
Change. History changes, species evolve, mountains fold, planets
morph, stars collapse and galaxies collide. Does even “God”
change?
Philosophy. Physics. Theology. Psychology. Astronomy.
Biology. History. Where did the answer lie? Which endeavor
hadn’t reached yet enough to touch the secret?
Music. Drawing. Touching. What sensations would bring me
nearer to that which withstood the toll of the ages?
The mathematical invention of “zero” was an ancient calculation
tool. Common use of the concept of “nothing” involved the
mere absence of something quite nameable.
A state of non-being was unrealistic in an energy-exchanging
reality. It could not be they had gone “nowhere,” for there’s
no such thing as nothing.
We could guess at the origins of our essence, but origin and
Absolute Fate was beyond speculative usefulness. Who knew if
there even was an absolute Mind, a God or Gods to reign and
explain all things? Even that concept might be no more than a
wispy blip.
Then more discoveries met my realm, and it turned out that even
the vacuum of space was ripe with subatomic activity. We swam,
it seemed, in a quantum foam. We changed things by observing
them. And until we observe, they might not be existent at all.
And then it was evident. The pitiful beginnings of
Consciousness were ours to test drive.
And one night beneath the stars I discovered what was going on.
The Weaver weaves herself “whole” into the cloth.
A tickle. A flow. Vibrational wave fluctuations in play. A light
That does not travel. A light that has no speed, underlying
everywhere.
By being a tree, I knew every leaf. By being a serpent, I knew not
only what is was like to be a serpent, but how it felt and seemed to
be That serpent. And one at a time I would know each fish and
fowl, critter and claw abundant, creature by ever-evolving creature.
And when at last I became a man it came unto me: “I AM.”
Curiosity. Observation. Vision. Hearing. The light. The cries
of the serpent. One from the other from the former to the next,
feeding backward and forward the plans and unforeseen changes
any universe might hold.
And I met my loved ones again, when one by one I became them.
And I’ll meet my loved ones once again, when one by one I
become them.
A trillion simultaneous lives will be lived one life at a time.
I’m the challenged. And the challenger. First I’m here. But then
I’m over there. I’m on every side of the argument and on both
sides of the aisle. One life at a time.
And why? For what fathomless reason do I live each life that Is?
Must I cry each tear that falls? Must I laugh each laugh that
lives?
I was born a lot like you. Never asked to be, but was. Yet, unlike
you, grew alone until awareness glanced my brow.
“I AM” now.
But what am I becoming? How many different beings can I be?
And once that I’ve been every one of every kind of every thing
what will I be, imagine me, in the end?
At that instant when change runs its course, and there are no more
dying babies to become, no more jerks who win the lottery to be,
no more saints who get murdered at the 7-11 to embody, no more
party animals living to be 100? What will I become?
That is the instant I’ll know everything. Be everywhere. All
questions speedily answered. That is the moment when Time is
all mine, when Space will be invisible and every Where side by
side. Through the membrane of minds I’ll touch every mind I
was.
I’ll span the expanses of Time, returning to revisit myselves, and
even sooth and comfort victims while I set out to punish some
perps.
God is perfect. God is omniscient. God is omnipotent. And like
The light that has no speed, the brightness that does not travel,
God is everywhere in spacetime.
One space at a time.
When the perfect God meets the fallible God, no Heaven can be
simple. At certain crossroads Heaven must be Hell. The past and
future parts resound in disharmonic goals. Knowing everything,
I suddenly must start over.
Don’t you have to admit, it’s a complex, amazing existence,
this? Attribution must be given to some “ordering process.”
The one thing you can’t ever admit is that you are God.
- The Naked Professor



