Who
DIMENSION
WHO
2015 ~ 2025
Thinking aloud, really … and notwithstanding the second line, life’s foundation rests upon the basic tenets of that book, and it is the glove that fits my hand and I will not remove or lose or permit anyone to seize this glove for anything.
I no longer know who I speak to
It is not the God of the Bible
It is not the God of Koran
It is not God of any religion
And yet my faith is constant and true
It is as if the sum of all these religions
do conspire to give me
the
One True God
and
I comprehend this not.
An Intelligent Being
Yes
A Creator
Yes
Salvation
Yes
The Source Of All Life
Yes
Spirit and soul do knit together in tissue, in fibre.
The spirit is as a shimmering, real and ever-present.
Here, yet seemingly absent.
Invisible, yet Whose Presence is constant.
Seemingly, all the religions attempt in vain
to describe
the
One True God...
The God as they depict him, her, or they.
How do I know?
How dare I presume God’s sexuality!
There is fear in death, rightly so, it is misplaced!
Fear lies in its manner of arrival.
From cradle we are taught we rebelled in some garden, we ate that which we were forbade, and thus... With knowledge... comes the curse of death.
Really?
And then the chance to redeem…!
Yet the cycle of life, the seasons, repetition in abundance, all around
That reveals a Wider Truth
What? None know.
Why should this not be any different for humankind?
How so?
That we do separate ourselves from this phenomena
as superior beings?
It is a conundrum.
Life’s conundrum
In the Universe is perfection. It is beyond understanding. Happenchance? Where did that which caused the chance come from? And where did those components that caused that chance come from? And where did those that caused them, come from?
There is no ending. We insist that our universe is everything.
No!
Our Universe is but the tiniest part of something far greater and which, in turn, is part of something greater still, and so this conundrum continues ad infinitum.
It is so. It cannot be otherwise.
Am I lost in my abandonment?
No.
Is my life weighed down?
No.
Yet the Universe is finite
That it will return to darkness.
That used to frighten me…
No longer.
It means that there is something even greater
Far, far beyond
the Universe becomes a speck
in the scheme of Greater Things.
Whatb weighs a person down? When I subscribed to the writings and babblings of men!! When I accepted literal interpretation that is, it turns out, too often merely allegorical, nothing more.
Do I repudiate these babblings?
No. That would be arrogant.
But I do adjust my focus upon them in light of my current understanding of this Universe, which is, in a way little more than an ink spot upon a single page. If I think in terms of pixels and how many pixels will make up that single page, I am still within the first particle of the first pixel; and when I realise that that first pixel is nine-tenths empty, and the one-tenth is that which I am aware of so, I can sleep soundly at night, sure in the absolute certainty of …
Oh!
And very much, outside Time.
I like to think of the dust particles I saw one afternoon floating in the sunlight as the beam shafted into the lounge.
What?
And I childishly thought, if I can see these particles. I guess that means that you can see all the ones I cannot see!
The thought amused me.
In the tiniest recesses of my even tinier mind I heard a whisper.
Indeed. But consider. Not only can I see all of these particles individually and simultaneously, hang onto your hat now … I can see inside them too!
Simultanously! You’d better go and make yourself a cuppa.
I think I will … … … …
30 November 2025
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Liverpool
© 2015 Ian Bradley Marshall
Written February 13, 2015
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.
