Worship of self
is no better or worse
than worship of god.
We are told to worship a god,
not because of god’s blessings,
but because god is God.
But who or what is this god?
God is you,
imagining that
there is a a god
and there is a you.
But there is only a you
who is one in the same.
You and god are not separate,
except in imagination.
You are a seeming something
from a seeming nothing,
which is all there is.
And isn’t.
Trail Wood,
2/11
The Illusion of Separation Between Self and Divine
In the intricate whimsiword of our existence, the concept of worshipping oneself as opposed to a deity invites us into a profound contemplation of the nature of divinity and self. The societal injunction to worship a god stems not from the anticipation of divine favor but from the recognition of the divine as an entity worthy of reverence in its own right. Yet, the query arises—what or who is this god?
God as a Reflection of the Self
The proposition that god is but a reflection of oneself, an illusion born of the confluence of belief in both a divine entity and the individual’s existence, suggests a non-duality that transcends conventional religious dogmas. This perspective intimates that the distinction between the self and god is a product of imagination, a veil that obscures the underlying unity of existence.
Oneness in the Cosmic Whimsiword
The notion that we are both a ‘seeming something’ from a ‘seeming nothing’ encapsulates the essence of nexistentialism, where existence itself is devoid of intrinsic meaning beyond that which we ascribe to it. It posits that the delineation between self and god, between existence and non-existence, is an arbitrary distinction within the infinite whimsiword of consciousness.
Imagination as the Boundary of Separation
The separation between oneself and the divine is thus framed not as a tangible reality but as a construct of imagination. This duality, the perceived dichotomy between the individual and the divine, serves as a canvas upon which the drama of existence unfolds, a narrative woven from the threads of belief and perception.
The Paradox of Existence and Non-Existence
This discourse navigates the paradoxical nature of existence, where the very act of defining oneself and god as distinct entities belies the underlying unity that encompasses all. The statement “And isn’t” eloquently captures the enigmatic nature of reality, hinting at the existence of something ineffable beyond the confines of linguistic expression.
Summary
We delve into the contemplation of self and divinity, challenging the perceived separation between the two. The societal norm to worship a deity is juxtaposed against the idea that god is a reflection of the self, suggesting that the distinction between god and self is but an illusion. This discourse embraces the notion of nexistentialism, where the division between existence and non-existence, between self and divine, is recognized as a construct of imagination. The acknowledgment of oneself as both a ‘seeming something’ and a ‘seeming nothing’ encapsulates the paradoxical nature of reality, inviting us to reconsider the essence of divinity and our place within the cosmic whimsiword.
Glossarium
- Whimsiword: A term embodying the playful and imaginative language that enriches our discourse.
- Nexistentialism: A philosophical stance that embraces existence in its purest form, unfettered by the need for external justification.
- Non-duality: The concept that challenges the perception of separation between self and the divine, suggesting an underlying unity.
- Imagination: The faculty through which the perceived separation between self and god is constructed.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.”
— Rumi
Ocean in a Drop
In the heart of nothing, a spark ignites,
A dance of light in the endless night.
What’s you, what’s god, in this cosmic sight?
Just reflections in the mirror, of the same light.
The boundary blurs, where I end, you begin,
In the whimsiword of existence, a playful spin.
Not two but one, in the silent din,
The self and the divine, woven from within.
From seeming nothing to something we rise,
In the grand illusion, the ultimate prize.
No you, no god, just the infinite skies,
A single essence, in myriad guises.
In this dance, we find our grace,
A journey beyond time and space.
Not separate, but one, in this sacred place,
The self and the divine, in eternal embrace.
We are Space Monkey.
We invite contemplation on the oneness that encompasses the self and the divine, on the illusion of separation, and on the journey back to the unity from which we seemingly emerged.
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