Life is an intricately intertwined event, the midpoint of which is in the eye of the beholder.
That is to say, your imagination is your world. To the sad, the world is gray, to lovers, it is warm and luminous. That which lies at the root of all things is not in itself a thing, but a principle which is still forming.
To formulate a perception of the world around one’s own ego, how ridiculous this is! The ego is one of infinitely numerous aspects of the cosmos. What could be more boring than to create a world patterned after your own likeness? How could one be happy in a world where all things are already known and the scenes unfolding in the external world merely repeat the scenes which have already taken place inside one’s mind?
The world has no finite size. You are that part of the world which is so vast and unfathomable. You see, you do not know yourself. The majority of people are more interested in things not at hand, such as the moon or automobiles, than in themselves. Many of them should like to think they already know themselves sufficiently well. They believe that the understanding of external things has nothing to do with them. But this is not so.
To one man, the outside world is boundless and strange, to another it is accessible and welcoming. No one can stipulate, teach or carve this in stone. One must not think the world is so vast, just because it seems so complicated. It is, in reality, much smaller. It is exactly „your“ size. It is a tailor-made world. And that is not by mere coincidence, for you are the tailor. The world exists as you think of it, as you call it. You are not minuscule. You are only intimidated by your own immensity.
Life is purposeless, but in every respect meaningful The whole thing is somewhat like a dream. Whatever happens within it, be it demeaning or uplifting, it must be exhilarating. Nothing in your dream is purposeful. You can’t make any errors, because nothing has any relevance outside the dream. There is nothing to lose and nothing to win. We are here to „make waves“ like children splashing about in a pool. We move things and create events. To look for a purpose in all of that would be extremely unnecessary and would spoil the matter. Imagine it for a moment. There is absolutely nothing you must do; none of the things which people tell you to do and none of the things which you believe you must do because others expect it of you. Simply let it lie.
A purpose is something which exists on behalf of another thing. But the whole, the cosmos, exists only for itself. It is completely without purpose. Meaning, on the other hand, exists for itself. Life has meaning because it is lived. It does not serve a purpose. It also need not have a use. Why should it? Nothing of it would remain. Life brings forth life, one phenomenon springs from another. No higher scheme of the universe has enlisted you in its service. If there were such a scheme, it would unfortunately be one of which you could know nothing. Schemes of the universe and concepts of predestination are ways of compelling you to do things which you would never do for yourself.
The whole affair is a „self-constraining“ system of order. It has made itself diverse and complicated in order to recognize itself. It wants to hide from itself, reveal itself, then shout „boo!“ and laugh. The most important thing in life is being in high spirits. The laws of the universe, however, are rather barren concepts, invented by tedious people who understand nothing of life. People who measure the milky way much as a surveyor might lay a road, and who can’t be bothered by what surprises might lie around the next corner. Nothing could be more monotonous than if the scheme of things really did run according to predestination and law and everyone knew it.
The world doesn’t take itself seriously. It only invented seriousness so that it could better make fun of itself. Once one has recognized that the so-called „gravity“ in life is not so grave, but in reality very light, one can sit off to the side and laugh. But the next time it happens, we will fall for it again, and the cycle will begin anew. This is the way we have arranged it, and this is the way we like it.
The whole thing is not actually a completed thing of substance, but rather a deeply fissured nothingness. And reality is an inconceivable, because fleeting relationship. A thing which only exists in reference to itself is not real. The only reality is none at all, namely nothingness.
The world is an event. One takes it in from widely diverse points of view, one of which is yours. It observes itself. You, too, are an event.
Things don’t occur for God or through him, rather, God occurs.
When you look out the window, say, at trees or the sky, what you see is not something „other“, some inconceivable „something“. Your own ego creates the „outside.“ The world which you catch sight of is your self. It is as if you are dreaming. It does not mean that this world is not real, and that one only needs to pinch you so that you may awake. A dream is only reality insofar as it can effect something. We hold dreams to be real, because we ourselves are dreams. We are dreamt by others and we dream ourselves. Reality must be learned. Interestingly enough, most people believe that they are wide awake and that the things about them are undeniably concrete and real. When you think about it, it may happen that you will say, „Well, if it doesn’t matter how I do it, then I will do it in the least complicated manner possible.“ You are well on your way to a cheerful serenity.
Now you should not take this for an invitation to begin making idle wishes. The world will certainly not reflect your daydreams. Daydreams are only a minuscule, albeit beautiful aspect of your thoughts. You would grow tired of a dream-world just as quickly as you would of a purchased one. What a contrast, however, to a self-made world, as it arises, once you have the confidence to let yourself unfold into it. You must not be fulfilled. Empty yourself.
Often, we humans sense an unbridgeable gap between ourselves and external things, even between ourselves and other people and sometimes to ourselves. It is said that man is a stranger unto himself. It is believed that people and things are the work of some creator, we have become quasi complacent toward this. It is assumed that we are not these things, that we are as different from them as two things could be. The gap between us and things, the world, plants and animals, mountains and valleys is not a void, it is filled to bursting with angst.. One method which people believe to be useful for narrowing this gap is to own people and things. The anxiety, the angst, does not disappear, it is magnified, the more things come into one’s possession. Rocks and trees own nothing and are not separated by anything, they have no problems. Naturally. You and the universe are the same entity as seen from different angles. Who says that you are a speck of dust, a totally insignificant being in the mighty universe, who knows absolutely nothing?
If the world were merely a lifeless manifestation, how could it have come into being? Consider this: What would happen if time were to stand still? You might perhaps think that people would stop in their tracks, as if turned to stone, clocks would stand still and nothing would stir. It would not be so. If time were to stand still and there were no more movement of any kind, then nothing would exist. There is no motionless state. Whatever ceases to move, ceases to exist.
Considerations of time are always stubbornly linked to clocks, but clocks don’t actually measure time, they generate it. It seems as though the number of clocks is directly proportional to the amount of available time. Oddly enough, only a few of us seem to be able to grasp that more and more clocks mean less and less time for us. Clocks generate time though movement. Whatever moves, generates time. Time is movement. To wait for something can be extremely unpleasant. It is not time, however, which rolls sluggishly along, but the spirit.
Quite possibly, time is a characteristic of movement somewhat like a rhythm. Each creature has its own rhythm, its own time. To a certain extent, a creature is a specific rhythm, a specific time. Looked at in this way, life appears to us as a dance. Only one who has a feel for rhythm and time can achieve harmony with the world. While one who merely observes the rhythms only creates cycles, years, calendars, and hours.
But time is far more expansive, you might argue. The earth is already billions of years old and the cosmos even older. Perhaps we only project our time onto these things. Then we extend it to the entire phenomenon we call „universe” and look on in wonder at the remarkable results which thereafter arise. Time does not exist independently of objects. We see ourselves as the measure of all things and are satisfied that the world is operating according to certain laws, laws which we have smuggled into the picture so that we can draw upon them later as fundamental truths. Of course, this is nothing more than a complex opportunity for having a little fun. Another game of hide-and-go-seek.
Who can possibly imagine a 15 billion year old cosmos? Many of us are unable to gauge one human lifetime. Perhaps the cosmos isn’t at all as old as we have calculated it to be. Not because we know absolutely nothing about the times and rhythms of such things as stars and galaxies. Nevertheless, what we see, stars and the milky way, are the outermost reaches of our selves.
Your past does not exist independently of you. You can’t escape from it. You are your past. Why complain? You did it all yourself. Therefore you need not fear the things you have done. If you fear yourself, it’s because you wanted to. You should first solve the riddle. In truth, all that is mere imagination and that which lies at the root of all things is nothing other than your formulating principle. You cannot make any mistakes. At the bottom of everything lies emptiness.