Chapter 34: A Rainbow of Happiness

If you have a theory or any idea about anything, this shows that you admit the possibility of a universe existing. If you simply deny the existence of anything, you have taken the easy way out, and you may now continue living in a state of total bliss and radiance.
But for those of us who enjoy the challenge of attempting to explain things, understanding the nature of the universe is a fascinating problem. In fact it is The Most fascinating problem of all! Knowing at least something about the universe seems to be imperative to survival, especially to an individual living inside of it. Logically, there is no reason for anything to exist, and logic can only exist after existence exists; so it appears there is no rhyme or reason as to why anything is anything or anywhere anytime at all, ever. The whole thing we call the universe is endlessly mysterious, puzzling and astonishing. And while you might think you're safe reading about it as a subject to "consider" at your leisure; it's right here in front of you. You are the universe being yourself, and your enviornment, and everyone you know, and the sky, and everything you could ever know, right now.
Most human beings today have almost no capacity to be fascinated and entranced by the mere state of existence. Experience has to come with some bonus features in order to be interesting; a stroke of good luck, perhaps. Maybe a twenty-dollar bill in the sewer grate or a rainbow of happiness. The cheerful exclamation of: "It's amazing to be alive!" has been replaced by the newer, more cynical adage: "life sucks and then you die."
Life has evolved to the point where being alive isn't enough. We want to be alive; while on the world's largest roller-coaster, listening to music, eating pretzels and having hardcore sex. We want three scoops of ice cream and four-hundred million dollars! We want nice weather every day! We want to laugh and drink and fuck all morning day and night! After all, what's the use of having sense organs if they can't be in a perpetual state of total satisfaction? Boredom is annoying and stupid.
The Infinite Universe is a huge organic clockwork of light and form and colour. If we so much as turn our head slightly to the left, the Entire Substance of Infinity seems to shift slightly to the right, visually speaking. I suppose this is because light from the world is pouring into our eyes and minds all the time, and we see it all from the very specific perspective of our own head. Using this basic information, along with the other sensory apparatus and our conscious imagination, we co-create our personal self-image and explain to ourself how we relate to the Whole Thing. But the actual experience of a body within a universe is all I ever remember feeling. Through my senses, the world seems too huge for my small body and mind to ever understand. But this state of being is how I define myself, and it is the only thing I know. The Self and The Other combine to make up the Whole Thing.
In other words, everything is simultaneously 100% subjective and 100% objective.
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If the world is the result of One All-Encompassing Ultimate Source, then we would say this is the Macrocosm. The corresponding Microcosm would be the human ego: a focal point of spiritual energy that is the beginningless beginning of a life narrative.
The Microcosm is an exact replica of the Macrocosm
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All human thought seems to emerge from the universe itself, for the simple reason that human beings seem to emerge from the universe. So any serious inquiry into the nature of the universe has a certain amount of absurdity to it, like a dog chasing his own tail.