I am stardust, the dream says. If I am stardust, I was also nothing. I am also time, and if I am time I was also timeless. So if I am stardust, I am also timeless and nothing. I am everything my evolution has gone through. Everything is in my being from the first attempt of matter to the first of energy, any frequency, any vibration.
If I am stardust, I am plasma and other states of matter. And I am of course the dark. Whether matter or energy. And I am the unknown. Now, now. At some point I left my coherent state and became decoherent. The immensity of parts that make me up was leaving the coherent whole and forming cells, molecules, tissues, organs, systems, until reaching a human.
That extraordinary and mysterious transition from the quantum to the classical. In parallel to the journey I took life and began a long process of form in form. I am each part of that process. Then I became aware and began to investigate. And to go back in time layer by layer of the process, as an anthropologist of the whole. Religion, science, imagination, fantasy? all the tools available in the emerging awareness of being and being in the world
I am three mysteries: the mystery of the first moment of coherence, the moment of being life and the third of being consciousness. And now here and there and beyond because I am, I am in everything. If I had to define what is the essence of all that conglomerate, I only find that fundamentally I am that, the question. Who am I? I have life and I have consciousness. And there is a permanent shudder, in this that knows nothing of who it is, but knows a lot of what it is like, to answer that question.
So as far as I get I only know that I am a question. If you look at it calmly, it is perhaps the most logical thing you can reach. That we are a question. All this is because the big bang dreams in my head like a great cry: who am I? We are part of that question.
Maybe we shouldn't all die of the blow without participating in the answer. Or at least give continuity to the question. I say this because I dream that if we stop asking ourselves that question, of being the question, here we are useless. And the cry will go elsewhere, leaving one more form among the fossils of time.
So, there is science asking: how?; philosophy: why?; and a third: who? Bringing this to the hustle and bustle of these days, I can say that I know how to vote, I know why to vote and I know who to vote for. Strange for someone who doesn't know who he is. Humans.
The fascination behind the fear
We usually look to the future, it's a mental gesture. In the night, in the wild nights, the future tends to be behind you. It is the atavistic fear. Everything that can come comes from behind. Threatening. But if you change it, if you forget about death, or rather if you accept it, what the night offers is infinitely more clairvoyant than any time of day. Everything really fascinating in life is behind the atavistic fear and, above all, the fear of loneliness, the night and the beast, human or not, physical or not.
When you "understand" that they are only memories and that you are not those memories, but the one who keeps them, then you can release them and let them leave with their ghosts to other places and even more release them themselves from their tragic mission and turn them into stars. Then you enter that world where up is down and death is life. And you surrender to the moment that touches and enjoy. And you dedicate yourself, beyond any frustration, to have compassion on your life and all lives.
Love.
