Cosmic Play
An interesting thing has happened to me as I age. My paradigm of how I see the world has shifted. It started when I began wrestling with the idea that the sun didn’t actually rise or set. It was earth doing the moving, and I wanted to shift my language to say that. It continued to change when I realized, several months ago, that seeing was a passive activity. Light was coming to me. So, last night, as I did a three a.m. ramble and stood outside under the stars, my face turned skyward, I knew I was being bathed in starlight, in much the same manner as when I stand beneath a warm shower. Interesting feeling.
Then yesterday, as I walked through the yard, I realized something else. Everything I was seeing or hearing, the tree in front of me, the fence around me, the birds in the sky, the wind in the trees, had already happened, because no matter how fast light travels, it still has to hit something then come to me, and the same goes for sound, and it’s slower than light. So, basically my entire world, the one that I see and hear, is on a time delay. It certainly gives living in the present a new twist.
Of course, I’m not sure how to use this new vision, but it is interesting. It certainly makes me feel closer to the universe, because I’m fairly certain it only sees me as a collection of atoms, and really has no idea or even care that I’m conscious. So, it’s nice to know the mechanics of how I’m getting around in all this vastness. It makes me feel like part of the team, and lucky to have risen from the dust to become a sentient being with a small role in the cosmic play.