Alan McDougall wrote on Jul 15th, 2009 at 6:45am:Quote:Quote (Alan):
One great astronomer said the universe was less like a great well oiled machine and more like a beautiful ongoing thought
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Who said this? What were the exact words the astronomer used?
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Yes, I believe God is exactly 'like' that, and God is the origin of all thought, as well.
So, I am happy: in my simple belief that I am a 'thought' of God which knows what/who I am. If I know who/what I am, then I must certainly be alive.
Here is the quote
Astrophysicist Sir James Jeans wrote in the 1930s,
…the universe begins to look more like a great thought than like a
great machine.” So, too, I am proposing, in The God Theory, that ultimately it is consciousness that is the origin of matter, energy, and the laws of nature in this universe and all others that may exist. And the purpose is for God to experience his potential.
God’s ideas and abilities become God’s experience in the life of every sentient being. What greater purpose could there be for each of us humans than that of creating God’s experience? God experiences the richness of his potential through us because we are the incarnations of him in the physical realm.
If one takes the attitude that we are experiencing God's potential, in whatever instrument we are given on this earth, then we are of unequaled value, each one of us, as individuals. Our experience is absolutely unique, and, therefore, precious to God. When I say precious, I mean PRECIOUS.
I mean, there is nothing more important.
For instance, your little finger is not used for very much day by day but, if I tried to hold your hand down and cut your little finger off, your entire body would resist.
That resistance is also God.
God is the glue that binds us all together, and we know it as Love.
There is no other place where I can have the experience I had this morning, except in this body, with this mind in it.
I was sitting at a bus stop, on the ground, in the shade, on the corner of a parking lot, under a tree. I was serene. Then, I felt a pinch, right at the base of my spine. Beneath the top of my pants. In the back.
It was an ant.
It was very soon a dead ant, because where it was biting me was not only annoying, but bringing me perilously close to a public experience which would become downright silly if it continued.
So, it doesn't really matter how well we arrange our clothing, how carefully we sit, how well hydrated we are for the journey.
It's the ants that matter in the end.