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jackshoegazer) wrote2008-03-30 10:10 pm
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Ask-Me Meme, Part Two
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Though tempting to approach this poetically or scientifically or even astrologically, I think today, I'll run at this from some other angle. Metaphoric maybe? I don't know.
Anyhow, I was just thinking of light from stars which are of course suns that are some insane brazillions of miles away. I was also thinking of how when a fast-moving vehicle passes us, it is but a wonky blur we can't see clearly. However, if you're traveling the same speed as that vehicle it is perfectly clear. Thus, if one were to travel at the speed of light, light would then become clear to us.
Perhaps the world we see, the ephemeral world, is light blurring past us. What then, would the world and even ourselves look like if we could see it clearly for just a moment. As we know from physics and the wonderful Einstein, as we approach the speed of light, time slows and at the speed of light, time would stop. So, if seeing the world clearly coincides with time stopping, time vanishing, wouldn't that then mean that true reality, the universe and ourselves seen clearly, is the universe and ourselves without the effects of time. Time is the world blurring past us.
As Mircea Eliade, Philip K. Dick, and many many mystery schools and initiation traditions tell us, "Time can be overcome." Certain rituals and experiences result in a transcendence of time, showing the initiate their true selves, their selves outside of the constraints of time. Is this consciousness at the speed of light? A human soul moving like a star through space? Indeed, indeed.
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Btw the name Mircea Eliade sounds so familiar. I'm a religion major and I'm pretty sure I've read something by him/her for a class.
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Mircea Eliade is pretty much THE pioneer of comparative religion/mythology.
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I think I'd do something for that contest like:
You know it's going to be a rough day when you wake up underneath a 1967 El Camino wearing only a makeshift thong constructed from a feather boa and a cryptic message scrawled on your chest in lipstick which reads, "With Love, Your Hot Animus, Carl Jung."