At what point:
at what point was our true becoming? Our start seems spontaneous, a sudden appearance and then awake to all the world. Yet our aliveness preceded this event, and further still our DNA traces us to first life. There has been a glimmer of us through all existence - from the Big Bang in giving potentiality, a stars explosion of hydrogen and light, to that original primordial breath on leaving the ocean. It's all been our becoming, from first point of creation to this very moment still.
our universe is still expanding.
through this same insight it's seen that there really is no true becoming, that we've always been a trace of life through the fabric of existence and only a personal self has lately claimed ownership of it all. It's that self that has limit, a time given from its birth to ending breath. But life itself goes on, our bodies once more returned to earth, a rebirth through other aspects of the world. Even the very foundation of our form, every single particle of each atom that holds us as a body, will continue on, another appearance in an endless view.
it seems what we truly are is without identity, a process, continuous in it's letting go of any form or personality. It also seems that want more than this, a lasting self that's easily recognize through every change. It's not enough to be eternal, our wish to always be the same, but perhaps a better version, enlightened, or sitting by the thrown of God. We are wishing to be a soul, something personal that remembers exactly who we are after our bodies are let go. I can only say perhaps...
there is no sure telling what happens after death - for me, there's no cause for speculation. This personal self is always changing too, it's never been a static state, solid, and independent on it's own. It's only been a belief, an appearance posing as importance. It's part of this letting go, never really lasting beyond a moment through awareness. What survives death is life, impersonal, yet still intimate by it's very nature. There is no point of our true becoming, and none for our departure. There's just this letting go...through every moment found aware.
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Peace, Eric
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