Record says I was born 42 years ago, on March 25th, 1969, in Moscow, Russia. The year of Woodstock, the year of Moon Landing, the year Muammar al-Gaddafi came to power in Libya. But, of course, it’s nonsense: I am far older than 42. Older than Earth, in fact.
Indeed, the fundamental matter* I am made of has been in existence for at least 13.75 billion years (give or take 0.11 billion years). So, I am at least that old! But chances are I am even older, far older than that. The Big Bang, of course, couldn’t have been the absolute beginning. The ex nihilo argument of the Universe coming into being from a total nothingness is pseudo-scientific nonsense.
The Universe is beginningless: it has always been and will always be, never the same, but forever a fact. It has nowhere to come from and nowhere to disappear to (other than into the dark fantasies of our minds). Which makes me (and you) timelessly older than any astronomical carbon-dating. “If unborn, then undying,” is the only conclusion that logic allows me to make.
Record says I was born 42 years ago, on March 25th, 1969, in Moscow, Russia. Of course, I wasn’t. Infinitely old, I am only a moment young.
And so are you, fellow Universe. Tat tvam asi**.
You might think, “Wow, this guy is really full of himself!” That’s a reasonable take. But I don’t think so. I know what I am: nothing more and nothing less than biodegradable and infinitely recyclable bodymind trash, stardust in ceaseless metamorphosis. So, not full of myself, but delightfully empty.
*When I say “matter” I mean “consciousness,” when I say “consciousness” I mean “matter.” Put differently, “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.” (the Heart Sutra)
**Tat tvam asi, a Sanskrit sentence for “Thou art that” which to me – functionally – means “I am you.”
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