My morning coffee could have something to do with it, but it is certainly not a major factor. Being in love seems to be a pretty major part; but of course, when you're in love you don't really know anything for sure. My mind wants to use it for good, but my heart doesn't care about that so much as it does about using it at all, come what may.
Funny thing about energy: it is part of the whole universe and beyond, and yet it can affect a mere cell within that universe. It even seems to affect every cell in my body, the cells within a cell. Reminds me of Walt Whitman, which, actually, in my case, is not a good thing.
And I have heard that energy, by its nature, never ends, but only moves from one place to another. If so, then I suppose the production of this piece of writing is such a process, and you are receiving energy from me. Wow, huh?
And from where did I receive it? Other writers? All contact with humans? Also contact with God and nature? The energy from food, etc. going to my brain, which was involved in this process as well? To every question above, I think "yes."
Now here's where it gets deep: as this -- let's say "energy transfer" -- takes place within a time-space continuum, is there a particularity, a singularity, a uniqueness, a peculiarity to it? Surely this exact thing has never, ever, since eternity past, happened before, nor will it again. At least, in my mind that is the case. We know so little.
Regarding all the above, I say that whatever energy is, it is a small part of God, His creation, or both. I think He is into uniqueness. I think He blesses what we do, whenever we will simply allow that with our free will.
So I think that my writing this, and your reading it, is a peculiar transfer of a peculiar energy, and this is no less than a miracle.
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