Essays of a Wandering Mind!
The question that defies all answers is not ‘how it all began?’; it’s rather ‘when…’
Certain man-made proportions were well beyond his reach of understanding and so it has been with the myth called time.
So while we sit here and think ‘all’ has a beginning and a well defined end, we can rather limit thoughts by saying our definition of time ends with us.
But it goes on…
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(more…)The world is a dot. That’s right, you heard me. It is a dot. How big a dot? Well probably as big (or as small) as this one – .
In all probability even smaller. There is no guessing how much.
When the world comes to a dot what are we? We are naught! Yup nothing more than nothingness, just a mere dot’s distance from fading away. Fading away into oblivion, waiting to be nothing more than anything and no more than nothing.
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