10-12-2015, 07:21 AM
I need to figure this out.
The OIC is I, not a 'God', thus there is no God except I, and I am not a God.
There is no clear concise or otherwise available explanation as to the Point/Reason/Purpose of Existence, until there is one it seems more likely that I simply could not conceive or comprehend an answer in any way that would be acceptable. As such, I do believe there's a chance all of this is for nothing beyond self perpetuating, for no reason underlying all the rest. Emptiness containing finity and infinity, still inherently empty.
I believe in a OIC, a 'Higher' gradiant of I across infinity. I believe in intelligence, infinity, consciousness, 'Love' as a Law. Yet I understand this is all without a 'Why' in my mind.
And I came to realize I was literally a paradox only in the outward view. Inwardly wise I still feel the anger and frustrations of not knowing but it at least isn't nonsensically differently/similar. I get its paradoxxyish. I understand myself enough to know and believe in myself.,
But I always seem to grow still and stop treading by choice. I don't like this set up. It makes no sense to me. But I tread it still.
Why?
There is no why. There's nothing else to do.
The OIC is I, not a 'God', thus there is no God except I, and I am not a God.
There is no clear concise or otherwise available explanation as to the Point/Reason/Purpose of Existence, until there is one it seems more likely that I simply could not conceive or comprehend an answer in any way that would be acceptable. As such, I do believe there's a chance all of this is for nothing beyond self perpetuating, for no reason underlying all the rest. Emptiness containing finity and infinity, still inherently empty.
I believe in a OIC, a 'Higher' gradiant of I across infinity. I believe in intelligence, infinity, consciousness, 'Love' as a Law. Yet I understand this is all without a 'Why' in my mind.
And I came to realize I was literally a paradox only in the outward view. Inwardly wise I still feel the anger and frustrations of not knowing but it at least isn't nonsensically differently/similar. I get its paradoxxyish. I understand myself enough to know and believe in myself.,
But I always seem to grow still and stop treading by choice. I don't like this set up. It makes no sense to me. But I tread it still.
Why?
There is no why. There's nothing else to do.