The language we use is always a problem. The word "beginning" refers to an event happening in linear time. Therefore if time itself had a beginning it would contradict the meanings of the words "time" and "beginning". It's possible to get around this problem by creating new forms of the existing words. We can talk about something being "timelike" or "spacelike" but this glosses over whether we are still talking about the same things. In my writing I always structure the universe as built around a central hub called "The Chaos". The Chaos has no time or space or matter or energy as we know them. It is composed of the raw "stuff" from which time, space, matter and energy are created. The Chaos is always there and always will be. It is beyond time and is always the same in the sense that it is always changing and different. Our universe and other universes are extensions of The Chaos with an illusion of linear time to permit events like beginnings and endings to happen. The Chaos can be imagined as a boiling cauldron of primeval "stuff" throwing out gobbets and splashes of temporary reality in all directions. From our linear time POV we would think our universe has "come from" the cauldron and then "fallen back" into the cauldron at the end of our universe's time. From the POV of The Chaos nothing has changed. Everything is still everything and always is still always. In my stories I usually attempt to make it clear that free will does exist, in spite of some appearances to the contrary.
This is interesting to see how others relate to the world.
I was obsessed with the idea of infinity as a six year old child. I remember staring at the patterns in the wallpaper (70s wallpaper was wild), thinking of the idea of infinity. The possibility the universe went on forever seemed as equally impossible as the idea it stopped somewhere. How?
I stared into the sun until I couldn't see anything but a purple circle in a green background. I stared into that wallpaper until I wasn't there anymore. I stared into the sun and the wall until I stopped existing. I also liked to spin. I'd spin and spin till I was nothing.
I was diagnosed schizophrenic in my teens, but by then, I already knew I was infinite. I'd already existed forever. I had no boundaries between super conscious, subconscious, or conscious. I had no filters between my physical self and my infinite entity.
For me, dreams, hallucinations (or visions) and this reality were mixed up in memory and experience. I couldn't tell the difference and still have trouble with what which is where. It's a disoriented confusion at times. I have no edges. No limits. No boundaries. My dark light expands into the universe. I merge. Blurred fuzz, emptiness of dissolved mind.
The language we use is always a problem. The word "beginning" refers to an event happening in linear time. Therefore if time itself had a beginning it would contradict the meanings of the words "time" and "beginning". It's possible to get around this problem by creating new forms of the existing words. We can talk about something being "timelike" or "spacelike" but this glosses over whether we are still talking about the same things. In my writing I always structure the universe as built around a central hub called "The Chaos". The Chaos has no time or space or matter or energy as we know them. It is composed of the raw "stuff" from which time, space, matter and energy are created. The Chaos is always there and always will be. It is beyond time and is always the same in the sense that it is always changing and different. Our universe and other universes are extensions of The Chaos with an illusion of linear time to permit events like beginnings and endings to happen. The Chaos can be imagined as a boiling cauldron of primeval "stuff" throwing out gobbets and splashes of temporary reality in all directions. From our linear time POV we would think our universe has "come from" the cauldron and then "fallen back" into the cauldron at the end of our universe's time. From the POV of The Chaos nothing has changed. Everything is still everything and always is still always. In my stories I usually attempt to make it clear that free will does exist, in spite of some appearances to the contrary.
This is interesting to see how others relate to the world.
I was obsessed with the idea of infinity as a six year old child. I remember staring at the patterns in the wallpaper (70s wallpaper was wild), thinking of the idea of infinity. The possibility the universe went on forever seemed as equally impossible as the idea it stopped somewhere. How?
I stared into the sun until I couldn't see anything but a purple circle in a green background. I stared into that wallpaper until I wasn't there anymore. I stared into the sun and the wall until I stopped existing. I also liked to spin. I'd spin and spin till I was nothing.
I was diagnosed schizophrenic in my teens, but by then, I already knew I was infinite. I'd already existed forever. I had no boundaries between super conscious, subconscious, or conscious. I had no filters between my physical self and my infinite entity.
For me, dreams, hallucinations (or visions) and this reality were mixed up in memory and experience. I couldn't tell the difference and still have trouble with what which is where. It's a disoriented confusion at times. I have no edges. No limits. No boundaries. My dark light expands into the universe. I merge. Blurred fuzz, emptiness of dissolved mind.