...balance.
yes, balance.
good and evil, hot and cold, white and black. there must be balance.
that encompasses my concept...everything must balance in the end...the first law of thermodynamics.
science teaching religion (or at least enabling that teaching) and religion teaching science.
nothingness balanced by physical manifestation.
my achievements balanced by failures, intellect balanced by ignorance, etc. and life balanced by death...
death is part and parcel of life. if you're alive, you will die. the feather of virtue weighs the soul to determine it's balance. you must have good and bad, it's not a choice of free will, it will balance in the end.
life and death are cycles of existence. just look at everything spinning, turning, repeating the cycles over and over (beginning of science of observation). the sun rises and sets, the tides come and go, positive attracts negative (or vice versa), hot seeks cold.
cold hard facts hidden by hot passions, not the least of which the ego seeks to hide from us.
life is the grand calliope seeking song. we mortals seek immortality.
yes, balance.
good and evil, hot and cold, white and black. there must be balance.
that encompasses my concept...everything must balance in the end...the first law of thermodynamics.
science teaching religion (or at least enabling that teaching) and religion teaching science.
nothingness balanced by physical manifestation.
my achievements balanced by failures, intellect balanced by ignorance, etc. and life balanced by death...
death is part and parcel of life. if you're alive, you will die. the feather of virtue weighs the soul to determine it's balance. you must have good and bad, it's not a choice of free will, it will balance in the end.
life and death are cycles of existence. just look at everything spinning, turning, repeating the cycles over and over (beginning of science of observation). the sun rises and sets, the tides come and go, positive attracts negative (or vice versa), hot seeks cold.
cold hard facts hidden by hot passions, not the least of which the ego seeks to hide from us.
life is the grand calliope seeking song. we mortals seek immortality.