14 September 2014

The boundary between what we can understand and what is, is where the mystery lies.

I went for a walk this morning. While I was walking I looked at the trees, at the flowers and at the blue sky with white clouds. I looked at a squirrel standing on a green lawn. I recalled how I have seen foxes, rabbits and deers around this area.

I continued my walk and I looked at the houses with gardens in front of them. I then saw someone driving, waiving their hand saying hi to me as they passed by.

I experienced this action as distinctive in comparison to the background I was being aware of. None of the trees, squirrels, deers or foxes have ever said hi to me. And I have never had a conversation with a house or car. This communication was deliverate, it had an intent. I felt this action created a connection between us. I felt that in saying hi to each other we acknowledged each other's existence.

I continued walking pondering what was behind existence itself, behind life. I also pondered about a dear friend who passed away a few days ago. I thought about where she was. Her body had remained on this earth, but what about her? Did she go somewhere or did she just disappear?

I also thought about my recently born sons (triplets). They are almost fifteen days old and I wondered: Do they come from somewhere? Did they exist before they arrived into this world?

I thought that just like I have a body, my friend who passed away also had one as my babies do. I thought about the material aspect of a tree, of a squirrel and a fox. And I thought to my self: We are similar, we all have this solid aspect to our flesh.

Then I questioned: Is there something beyond our bodies? It seems to me that there is. I say so because “I” am aware and “I” make choices about what to do not only with my body, but also with my mind and emotions.

I moved on feeling that my answers didn’t resolve fully the mystery of existence:

What are we? Who are we?

What is existence? What is life?

Did life have a beginning and will it have and end? If it does when did life begin and when will it end?

Did something or someone create the Universe?

When the flesh stops living, does the “I” who was with it, gone forever? Or does it transform into something else?

Einstein said energy can not be created or destroyed, it can only be transformed.

Are we as energy is? Will we never die? Will we only be transformed into something else? And if we are, will we be aware as "ourselves" in other states of being?

Life to me is both a fact and a mystery.

A fact, because it is the first assumption we make as an effect of being alive and aware of a world around us and ourselves. If we don't acknowledge we exist, we can not have choice or even recognize that we are part of this world.

I say a mystery because when I think about what is behind it all, the exploration goes further than my mind's capacity to comprehend. I don’t mean to say that we can not understand our Universe, I believe we can, that's actually what science does. But there are limits to our its capacity to explain and predict. The boundary between what we can understand and what is, is where the mystery lies.

No matter what the truth may be about the source of creation, the Universe is like a never ending abundant well. The deeper we go, the more we discover. And the more we discover the more we can experience the magnificence of it all and the magnitude of whatever may be behind it.

We may not know exactly if there's an intent to our existence, but we can be happy that others exist with us. Because of this, we can share our lives. Without others our existence would be more lonely.

Together we can learn about our world and build that wich we will leave to those coming after us, just like we inherited a lot from those that came before us.

Could we say then that our purpose is to come together? To explore and to discover? To build and to care? Is our purpose to participate in creation as co-creators?

Who knows, but the highest reason I can find to our existence is love. There’s no higher experience I can think of than the experience of how we are the Universe and the Universe is us, how we are all one. Maybe there’s no higher feeling than wanting the well being of it all, of wanting everyone and everything to flourish.

The act of creation may be an act of love, because if something created it, it saw it as worth it of being created.

And if creation had a purpose, I assume its purpose was good. And if its purpose was good, it most be based on love. Love is what keeps it all together.

If the above statements are true, the more we love the more in touch we are with the Universe and with that which created it. The deeper our love the more we could be in tune with our creator aspect.

Love, yes love. I’m not talking about the love we see in Disney movies or fairytales. I mean love as a quality of existence, love as an intent and a goal.

Love is, what I see behind our flesh and that of the fox, the rabbit and the deers. I see love behind the existence of trees, flowers and my sons. Love may be why we exist and why we go on.

Love, yes love. Love is, has been and will be.

With love

Love & The Mystery Of Life