Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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I felt myself tumbling but strangely, not sick, not yet at any rate. I expected to run into something or fall into an infinite hole I had read about while on earth. There was no opposition, only sensation. And while it happened I became very happy with the situation and wanted to continue the voyage in this manner. But just as soon as I felt everything was good, nearly perfect, I felt that odd resistance I had felt as a young man venturing out among the people. “Look down, look through this guy and don’t let him up,” so the song seemed to go. It didn’t bother me until I wanted to do something positive, then it was as if this opposition had the power to eradicate everything that was good in myself, everything that was struggling to get out. That’s how I remembered it in the tumbling state at any rate.
Out to where each planet and star is a figment of the imagination. Did they ever really exist? Was there ever substance?
What wonderful boundaries we cross! It’s as though the costliest real estate in a rich city is suddenly given over to the people to play.
God expresses through particles. All particles are an expression.
The Alph and Omega stretches us no end!
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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