Stepping from one world into another can be quite chaotic.
In The Terminator, the Governator drops from the sky – naked, as does Reese, Sarah Conner’s protector. This wasn’t just to get buns on screen. It emphasized the transition of state from future to past.
Take it home into your own space: If you could zap through your cell phone and instantly transport to wherever your caller is – but only if you’re naked – how often would you do it? I’d buy stock in fitness and weight loss centers.
State transitions are chaotic. Don’t take my word for it, ask nature. After all, if this world is really made out of the nothing you had to create it, wouldn’t it mirror its interior structure somehow?
Does your shape have anything to do with your bone structure?
Winter turns to spring. There’s always that one last snow, the one that comes later than anyone expects. Or else we find the early spring, followed by a late frost.
A watched pot never boils. Until it does.
A sonic boom. The beating of notes when tuning a guitar. Finding a station on an old AM radio. What, you never had a rotary dial?
State transitions are characterized by rapid swings back and forth, like a flag flapping in the wind. First, there is one state, then wild oscillation that almost touches either possible state, then another state. The planets and stars do it, the earth’s magnetic field does it. The markets do it. So does your state of consciousness, and your level of being – not that anyone of consequence is judging.
Change. Isn’t there some kind of book of changes? Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Change is. Change does. Change is as it does. Time balances change. Change is the flow of time.
Life is change. Change is life. You can point at their artifacts, but you can never catch them on film. They belong to the present, which has no dimension.
Being nothing, they can only be experienced by nothing.
There is no where without dimension. There are no directions in nowhere.
Yet, there’s exactly enough time for everything to happen in the future, and exactly enough time to fit the past. And don’t worry, the present will never lose your luggage.
You can always pick it up when you get somewhere.
