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Sensing the Divine

Is the universe God’s dream, or is this a being whose sole imperative is to comprehend itself— susurrus reverberating through spacetime’s faint and gossamer web— arrayed for us as law and truth? Will I ever know? Will I understand, if I do?

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Robert Johnson

Date: 3/18/2014 12:22:00 PM

The entry into absolute is shadowed by a lie. I think that what we have to do is finally just die. Beyond a breath of life and death. We'll know one way or the other. But I tell you this, I'd feel remiss, If I didn't wish you well, Brother. Thanks for stopping by Mark. Peace. :)

Mark Peterson
Date: 3/18/2014 3:20:00 PM

Thanks for these kind sentiments, Robert. I enjoy pondering the infinite but am content, nevertheless, with being unable to imagine such things as a stick with one end.