Thought of the Evening

Visions and thought forms. Some emerging from those depths of oceans where life can see no light and feel no warmth. Some as intense as the center of some super massive black hole, consuming everything that dares cross its event horizon. Phoenix burns, turns into ashes and is reborn. Cycles of war and peace, life and death. For a while, the whole thing keeps going on and on like a silent movie, while everything else in the universe stands still, in perfect peace and harmony. The never-ending quest for a bigger picture remains as elusive as ever. Can these senses be trusted? What if it really is a projection of the eleven dimensions? Imagine a universe without light, but what good is light if one can’t perceive it? Imagine a perception capable of infrared vision. What if our senses were sensitive enough to hear every cosmic explosion, feel the echoes of the big bang and sense the amazing speeds at which our universe is expanding? How would that change our world views. And what if all this is just an illusion, a trick of our mortal perceptions, as unreal as any traditional interpretation of the stale religions around? We just create self-consistent questions and answers which could very well be inherently incorrect. More visions and more thought forms. Maybe the truth itself is relative to what we believe.