God Is a Materialist
“I am” was the first, yet still unknown, realization that came when I contracted myself into primordial singularity. I cannot say for certain if the realization was the result of contraction or the contraction resulted from the realization, nevertheless, this ecstatic instant burst forth whole universe with a bang. A rather big one.
Space, time, matter, and all inherent rules governing them branched out in a split of a newborn second and continued to rapidly expand for several hundreds of thousands of years. Even almost 14 billion years later I can still observe the remnants of this epoch when I look at cosmic microwave background. When the initial excitement cooled down, following the already established set of rules that I would later call natural forces, matter started to lump into ever denser clouds forming galaxies, stars, and also planets.
And so, another ten billions years later, in the backyard of a particular galaxy that would later carry the name Milky Way, a star system started to form, and in it a planet that settled in the third orbital trajectory and which is nowadays known as Earth. It was here where, obeying the natural forces already at work, matter formed itself into self-assembling, self-replicating, and autocatalytic molecules that self-organized into protocells and later into living organisms of increasing degree of complexity.
Fast forward to present day. Since I am benevolent and have all the time in the world, I allowed myself to evolve through natural selection into human beings. Among many others. Through some of these human forms of myself, I finally realized not only that I am, but also who I am. Ah, blessed are the Indo-Aryan non-dualists! And of course also cheesemakers, because let’s be honest — cheese is a great experience. But I digress.
So, I’m thankful that I could take the shape of ancient astronomers, healers, agriculturalists, metallurgists, mathematicians, philosophers, and all whose names are long forgotten but who pursued the truth. I’m glad I could be all who stood on their shoulders, such as (but not exclusively) Pythagoras, Avicenna, Kepler, and Copernicus, as well as Newton, Darwin, Mendel, Einstein or Bohr. Simply everyone who became the cornerstone for further “incarnations” in their quest for knowledge. That is, in my quest to know myself.
With that being said, I also took and continue to take forms of myself through which I see myself as not myself. Eyes to which I appear as “other”. As a disembodied separate spirit, a nonexistent ghost, a mere image of my true identity. Well, this kind of schizophrenia most probably stems from the primordial contraction itself. Still, I wonder if it’s curable. After all, even though the universe might be my reverie, it is still as material as it gets. And that makes it even more marvelous than a simple human dream.
