ACROSS THE WHOLE UNIVERSE
The whirlpool of imagination was actually like a trance that revealed to Him the matrix of the entire universe.
It was as if time and space danced around Him in astral dimensions, to rouse His own ancient rhythm. A dance that led Him to an understanding of how the entire universe, all things, anything at all that existed, came into being.
Or then, it was like a flight, which, after cruising across the most surreal skies, always arrived consistently and without any landing error, to the place where it had begun; indeed, the place, where it had always been.
No matter what new adventure a trance would embark on, each time it always seemed to reach the same end:
He was the beginning of all things; He, was Causation itself.
As He understood it was He Himself, who had all along envisioned the whole play, a wide smile crossed His face.
It was as if time and space danced around Him in astral dimensions, to rouse His own ancient rhythm. A dance that led Him to an understanding of how the entire universe, all things, anything at all that existed, came into being.
Or then, it was like a flight, which, after cruising across the most surreal skies, always arrived consistently and without any landing error, to the place where it had begun; indeed, the place, where it had always been.
No matter what new adventure a trance would embark on, each time it always seemed to reach the same end:
He was the beginning of all things; He, was Causation itself.
As He understood it was He Himself, who had all along envisioned the whole play, a wide smile crossed His face.
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