I’ve been spending my time pondering some of the… empyrean and cylical nature of my – or rather, our – existence. I will admit that most of these contemplations occur while sitting on the throne of John, and he’s not a baptist.
My reflections were set in motion by several things. Earlier this week I was thinking about groundhog day and that got me to thinking about buddhism and then I started thinking about the big bang and how scientists predict that everything shrinks back together and then explodes again and then I moved on to mentally digesting the experiences of psychedelic explorers of our time and I keep coming full circle on the same experience.
The same experience. Repeated. Each time, over and over again with subtle differences or minor tweaks on each run-through. Each day is the same as the last and will be the same as tomorrow. The only difference will be the butterfly wings. One day I wake up to the fluttering of wings and tomorrow we will fall asleep to the flapping of demon wings. The difference is negligible.
We are blessed to have a tool of perception that allows us to reflect upon previous experiences. Whether it be remembering yesterday, reading about history, or seeing into the past using the tools of science. Using these tools we can re-mix our future interspersing memories and experiences that increase our individual, or even overall, happiness throughout the stream of time flowing forward into our future changing the course in a predictable manner. Synthesizing and re-creating using the works of those who have come before us are the way of our future. This is the path to infinite regeneration.