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I think about energy in the world. We're at once part of it and witness to it, but I wonder how we really KNOW it? It seems to me that we are often participants in processes of energy, without realizing what we are doing...


In the Matrix (the first film), Neo was shown great fields of human beings who were being used to harvest their energy - as dim as that may be. We have energy. We ARE energy. We assimilate it, we resonate with it, we even glow with it. I'm not talking about a new-agey kind of phenomenon, where people try to realign one's energy with the universe - I'm not averse to that kind of thinking, I'm just not talking about that in this context...


No, I mean literal, measurable, physical energy. We breathe in and out, and that generates sound compression waves. We generate heat/infrared light. We produce magnetic and electrical fields that are mostly internal but also can be measured outside of ourselves. We speak. We write (or type, in this case). And we move. 

All of this is not US, per se. But it is what we give off to the world. The energy of the universe is vast, but one single star's worth of energy is not lost. It just adds to the whole, a part of the great mystery that is the knowable universe. Just as the vast immensity of the infinite cannot diminish the light from that one star, the energy we put out into the universe is eternal, radiating and glowing forevermore, undiminished by time or distance or space. And perhaps this is the immortality we have always sought - that we continue on forever. 

What an awesome responsibility and opportunity. Timshel.

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