The greatest sin of the destruction of this,

an endemic human(and therefore spirituality-consciousness)-generative eco-system,

is that the destruction of the life-supporting homeostasis of our environment leads to a real, corporeal certainty of the end of time– that this ability to be in body on this earth may very certainly, along the trajectory we are contributing to in most of our behavioral patterns of consumption and waste, come to an end. Our ability to surrender the ego of this mortal body and thus have a conscious experience of timelessness and bodiness, separateness, individualness, boundaryness, otherness, fascination, wonder, mystery, and thus, creation, more of creation–mystery. (For how could A Totally Unmanifest experience mystery? It is all, and all is unmanifest. There is no separation, and so all is all, nothing is not known, and being everything, there is nothing to know. Nothing to know, nothing to unknow, to be unknown, to be discoverable, to be a mystery. And so non-existence must keep collapsing on itself until it is exist. Then it can keep differentiating which is expanding the unknown between one parted  and another parted. The unknown does not stop. It cannot. Even as parts of it fall back into themselves, they become something different in relation to the constellation of other parts around them. Their relationships never stable. Moving, dancing, recombining with other parts different than their natal substance. Even as they all fall into each other the mystery continues. Nothing is known to the other, no thing can be not other, to an other thing, until they are one thing, which is then newly known to itself, and now unknown to all those constellations of things about it which are now differently composed until all things have fallen into each other.

But how? How could they have such a powerful reverse momentum? They will not. It would be great to return, and each parts may return, inevitably to some less dynamic parting of substance, but the distance will continue to grow. And even if there is indeed a horizon beyond this one, one we cannot see, like our own, then even then the distance does not stop, the parting may curl up at the edge of that, and yet there will be another horizon past that one, its own horizon of an even greater part of which we then find ourselves just another part of, and on until…

will the energy of all the stars run out? and yet does mass run out? And will Light run out? [(when will the light run out mommy?)} A children’s story.

Everything gets to the point where each spinning either loses its momentum-trajectory to resist the gravitational pull of a more profound (massive) part, and so loses its distinction from this more thing, or does it ever get out beyond the reach of the gravity of another part, so that it drifts off alone, and if so, how can it– what does it mean to “drift” off when everything is relational between parts, and so how can a part be out of contact with another part? Even black holes can inform, outform, can effect and therefore be in contact with other parts and so continue the differentiation of parts to parts and therefore the mystery, unless of course awareness can only exist within some hierarchy of biological differentiation. Then to answer the question of the ever-expanding mystery of part to parts, and whether the mystery is independent of biological existence and therefore the mystery stops at the end of biology, at the end of the great scattering and compressions ability to produce heat or light to maintain the dance of water and energy. Or are particles, are atoms, are quarks or muons aware of each other?

And from my very shallow reading of these matters it seems that if they are not aware, then they are actually not differentiated at all– what we experience as discreet muons is actually “muon” the nature of muon, and they respond, not to each other, for they are not differentiated, but that it responds, the whole onethingness of it does.

If so, are these then, the end of mystery, of the mystery, of our experience of mystery, of our perception of separateness–of self and other, boundary, limit, touch feel experience?


About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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