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“We have come a long way intellectually from the time of Giordano Bruno...who was burned at the stake in 1600 by the church for saying that the sun was nothing but a star. . . But as a species we are in our infancy... and just beginning to break free from the imprisonment of gravity.”

~ Michio Kaku, Physicist

Outer life — as seen through the senses and the circuitry of consciousness — is a hyper spatial vibrancy of complex energy patterns. A human face is one such pattern, as is making love. But whose face is it, and who’s making love with whom?

Physicists tell us that beneath visual life, beneath how we ordinarily perceive things, lies a shimmering sea of subatomic particles, and humans are holographic excitations consisting of those very same particles. Universal intelligence may be so multidimensional that life as we know it— every aspect of the cosmos— may be the inside of a single molecule of DNA.

We may be a molecule of God among hundreds of trillions of other God molecules within a being—an entity, a person, a form of life —we have no idea about.

Or maybe we are so microscopic that our infinity is a single cell in the cerebral cortex of a creature crawling along a corridor somewhere in some world —a creature imprinted with the memory of the evolutionary code of consciousness, while oblivious to the greater context of its life, the infinite cosmos.

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~ Michio Kaku, Physicist

Outer life — as seen through the senses and the circuitry of consciousness — is a hyper spatial vibrancy of complex energy patterns. A human face is one such pattern, as is making love. But whose face is it, and who’s making love with whom?

Physicists tell us that beneath visual life, beneath how we ordinarily perceive things, lies a shimmering sea of subatomic particles, and humans are holographic excitations consisting of those very same particles. Universal intelligence may be so multidimensional that life as we know it— every aspect of the cosmos— may be the inside of a single molecule of DNA.

We may be a molecule of God among hundreds of trillions of other God molecules within a being—an entity, a person, a form of life —we have no idea about.

Or maybe we are so microscopic that our infinity is a single cell in the cerebral cortex of a creature crawling along a corridor somewhere in some world —a creature imprinted with the memory of the evolutionary code of consciousness, while oblivious to the greater context of its life, the infinite cosmos.

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Physicists tell us that beneath visual life, beneath how we ordinarily perceive things, lies a shimmering sea of subatomic particles, and humans are holographic excitations consisting of those very same particles. Universal intelligence may be so multidimensional that life as we know it— every aspect of the cosmos— may be the inside of a single molecule of DNA.

We may be a molecule of God among hundreds of trillions of other God molecules within a being—an entity, a person, a form of life —we have no idea about.

Or maybe we are so microscopic that our infinity is a single cell in the cerebral cortex of a creature crawling along a corridor somewhere in some world —a creature imprinted with the memory of the evolutionary code of consciousness, while oblivious to the greater context of its life, the infinite cosmos.

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We may be a molecule of God among hundreds of trillions of other God molecules within a being—an entity, a person, a form of life —we have no idea about.

Or maybe we are so microscopic that our infinity is a single cell in the cerebral cortex of a creature crawling along a corridor somewhere in some world —a creature imprinted with the memory of the evolutionary code of consciousness, while oblivious to the greater context of its life, the infinite cosmos.

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It’s possible.

That’s life — an unfathomable sea of potentialities: a magnificent and maddening blend of organic intelligence that bleeds, weeps, and makes love with itself. Thus, we know ourselves to be—conscious life.

Or unconscious, depending on how you look at. Let’s face it, by and large us humans are myth making mammals — flesh-draped hallucination factories with a predilection for projecting movies on the cave walls of our own minds and then calling our trance The Truth. The Church of Religious Fundamentalism is the new McDonalds, and they are selling a leaner, meaner God as their new and improved Big Mac.

Complicity kills in every language. No country is exempt.

We see it everywhere: human beings concocting creation myths resplendent with apocalyptic futures and or promises of heavenly pleasures that give new meaning to religious porn.

“Relativism is the new totalitarianism,” according to the new Pope. I say, absolutism is dead. Impeach God, not just Bush. And vote for freedom, not a trigger-happy faith.

I’m not anti-religious. I just see illusion as a treatable disorder. Let’s face it. Realit