arch your neck and look into the night sky,

by John Doe 16 Replies latest jw friends

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  John Doe

  straight up through the stars, through the constellations. From how far away does your imagination fill your inner eyes? What's just beyond what your imagination sees?

  Now look down, between your toes, and use your mind to envision what lies below. But which direction is below, since up and down are merely arbitrary relations to a ball of rocks, gas, and energy? If the world were to disintegrate, you would not fall in any direction. Instead, you'd be merely floating upon the vast sea of nothingness, lost in your imagination. Think about what it would be like to not fall, to merely float away, no force acting upon you, nothing to grab onto.

  And that's all the earth really is, something to grab onto as we collectively float through the universe and collide with various other floating objects, oblivious to anything but relative subjectiveness.
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  snowbird

  Shut up, already!

  Sylvia
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  John Doe

  I think that's what you're afraid of Sylvia, that I'm right.
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  BabaYaga

  ...Doe? This was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen you write. I think it might unnerve me a bit when I think I "get" you.

  Love,
  Floating into Nothingness Baba.
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  mkr32208

  Yup John for once I agree with you, I think you is entirely right this time...
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  keyser soze

  arch your neck and look into the night sky

  And then spit.
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  snowbird

  He's wrong!

  Isaiah 40:21 -24 Have you not been paying attention?
  Have you not been listening? Haven't you heard these stories all your life?
  Don't you understand the foundation of all things? God sits high above the round ball of earth.
  The people look like mere ants. He stretches out the skies like a canvas—
  yes, like a tent canvas to live under. He ignores what all the princes say and do.
  The rulers of the earth count for nothing. Princes and rulers don't amount to much.
  Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted, They shrivel when God blows on them.
  Like flecks of chaff, they're gone with the wind.

  25 -26 "So—who is like me?
  Who holds a candle to me?" says The Holy. Look at the night skies:
  Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night,
  counts them off, calls each by name —so magnificent! so powerful!—
  and never overlooks a single one? MSG

  Sylvia
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  John Doe

  Does that bible help ease your gut Sylvia?
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  John Doe

  I think it might unnerve me a bit when I think I "get" you.

  I reveal plain truths in moderation, although I do not posses them in moderation.
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  chickpea

  i tell my kids i dont know what is true anymore

  but i know what i believe and it is in line with
  your musings... that everything we experience
  has already been part of a billion other incarnations
  and will be part of billions more...

  the expanding universe, the microcosm of the soil

  everything we experience, all the bits and parts
  have been in the universe from the start...
  energy is never destroyed, just transformed
  we are just an expression of star dust formation...
  nothing disappears, just transforms

  i am ok with that....