This is the end.
The end of the world.
This is the end of all you know right in this very moment.
Never forget everything that is about to come is a Lie.
Always remember, that doesn’t mean any of it is Untrue.
This is the end, yet that doesn’t mean it is over. The end is only a beginning.
The beginning is only a build-up to the end.
These inseparable forces lay the foundation for how we perceive all that is. We as humans, spend our lives looking for patterns. We create order in our lives that we might feel ourselves as part of the natural order found in the universe.
Your life is a circle. A snake eating its own tail. The ouroboros; trapped in a cycle of consuming itself until not even the carcass remains. Something ends and in its place, another thing beings. And what begins eventually must end. A never ending cycle of change.
This circle of beginnings to endings to beginnings that we put ourselves in, defines us. It rules us and we become slaves and prisoners held in spherical, patterned structured cell called Time.
This cyclical change lays the foundation of how we perceive the world. We measure time through the ticking of seconds, snowballing into minutes, magnified into hours, heightening into days, months, years….
It is an out of control spiral. A temporal hurricane that sweeps us up and blows us away, into the dust where we originate.
This concept of time was all originally conceived based on the measurement of ends and beginnings, and their relation of one building upon another. Day into night, night into day… one season into the next. Time spins ever forward.
The Wheel of Time turns, and you are trapped inside the circle, taken along for the ride. A ride whose destination is unknown and that never stops, but only changes scenes.
Yet the change is an illusion, because everything takes place right NOW.
How will right now be different than the future?
Well the future will change. The future will end, and it will become this moment. As in right now.
All that is, right in this moment, is a fire. An all encompassing, lone flame of everything inside a void of nothingness all around. Though the flame may hold a certain form for a moment in time, it is always flickering, fluttering, sputtering its shape into a new form flowing from one single second to the next.
Everything the Flame touches is destroyed. Every second is scorched, and burnt. Devoured by its own insatiable hunger, the flame feeds on itself to keep its own fires burning. A symbolic snake eating its own tail. Everything that is right now is burnt up as fuel in a single moment and expelled out into the nothingness of what was. The moment flees into the void of past nonexistence. All that remains is a mental picture, naught but a Memory of Light, cherished forevermore by the cold shadow of what once was.
Yet while the burning embers of time leave a trail of death and destruction through the charred remains of its wake, the fire also creates anew. From deep in this void of infinite possibilities that makes up the future; everything that is now, gets used up as fuel. As one moment passes, it creates another. A new Moment. The light given off from the fire is directed towards the future, illuminating the path of how things will be. Turning them into how things are, right now.
How does one explain something that defies explanation? How does one talk about the things that can’t be said? Language and the words along with it give us the power to define the indefinable. Words are mirrors and reflections to the meaning the word gives off, and serves to help us understand what is beyond our comprehension.
All words are Lies; though that doesn’t make them entirely untrue, or necessarily malicious. In order to lie, one must first know what the Truth is.
As an example, the word Fire. I say fire, anyone reading can picture a flame. But the word is most certainly NOT what a fire IS. The word is entirely meaningless to a flame. One of Shakespeare’s most famous lines, found in Romeo and Juliet “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”. The reflection in a mirror is inconsequential to what you are or how you look. Or in the case of a rose, how it smells. it merely shows what is.
Words are a reflection in the mirror. They take the complex and make simple. They attach themselves to what already IS, and lets us see them as they are.
“a metaphor is a figure of speech that identifies something as being the same as some unrelated thing.” An example being “Time is a Fire.”
Everything that can be said is composed of metaphors and analogies. Words are meaningless, except that they are identified in relation to their meaning. The word and the meaning are entirely unrelated except that we humans deign to correlate a word with a thing, that we may come to understand that thing better. Through words we create mirrors of reality, allowing us to see the truth reflected in the metaphorical lie.
In many religions and mythical stories, the concept of a divine fire, or divine spark appears. Greek myth has Prometheus, who stole the fire of creation from Zeus and brought it to us mortals that we might be closer to the Gods. The holy spirit is described as a flame sent down to purify, cleanse, comfort and guide us.
Fire is a symbol of the divine, of illumination. In more pragmatic terms it is a tool, necessary for survival. Harnessing fire gave humans the evolutionary leap that put us on the path to where we are right in this moment. The fire is the seen as the embers of reason, flames that illuminate us and push back the void of ignorance. Our minds are ablaze with thoughts given the capacity to, using reason, burn away our subjectivity and transcend to the objective truth that lies in front of the mirror.
Your spirit is one that exists of fire. An eternal flame that will never burn out because it is self-sustaining and will feed on itself to keep it burning. An ouroboros, a symbolic snake eating its own tail.
All that exists outside of yourself is a void, an empty space of nothingness. There exists no rhyme, or reason and no meaning to anything within the void. Much like this post. There is no reason for it, just words put together for its own sake.
Yet out of this negative space, within this void, is a lone flame. A flame that illuminates everything. A lone spark of Truth of all that is burning the center. Its light spiraling out of control outwards, creating shadows of illusions of the past and the future of both what was, and what could be. This ember of truth is what you are.
You are time, you are the moment. You are an eternal flame forever burning that keeps the wheel of time turning. But the wheel is a lie. Earlier, I mentioned the time was “right now”… well, we’ve moved into the future, and what has changed? Nothing has changed when the time in the future is still Right now.
When you don’t live right now, you live in either the past or the future, a realm of shadows. A world of memories and dreams that exist only as a void without meaning. You get caught up in the hurricane whose winds threaten to blow your fire out. The refuge is in the center. Stay here, right now, and with the flames you shine your light out into the void around you and create your own meaning.
The beginnings, the endings, the cycles, it’s all illusions. They are all without meaning, except the meanings you create.
Now this writing is over, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end.
Always remember, everything right now is true.
Never forget, everything that came before is a lie.
This is the beginning of all you know right in this moment.
This is the beginning of the world.
This is the Beginning.