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If you want to understand the multiverse its easy: understand the life we've led here on this planet amid forests and sea shores, nations and people. Simply step back mentally and take it all in.
A crucial fact about the multiverse: it doesn't need to be imagined. This is it. Our comprehension of the context of its nature and how it relates to us needs to be modified if we think of the multiverse being comprised in any other way than the crickets, continents, oceans, elm trees, coyotes, June bugs, lightning storms, auto dealers, hurricanes, rain forests, star light, earthquakes, evening tides, scattered sunsets and erupting volcanoes along with everything else we know about nature receding back into a blurry molten stream of memories. If we imagine the multiverse to be any different than our world and this universe, then we're straying from its essence. Take a look around you. Welcome to the multiverse. We're experiencing it by definition and for us, there's no other way to do so.
Forget about expectations: our own's and society's. Clear the mind with a great in-drawn breath of deliverance from concern. The interpenetrating courses of life on every level and size criss-cross each other into a tapestry of interwoven circumstances and events, laying the ground work for the stage upon which all of our lives are played out. How can I express it better. Picture this. The eternal moment consists of the here and now which turns out to be the same 'place' as that which every other being or race that ever lived on any star both near and far because all those solar systems exist in our posterior of time because the only evidence which remains of their existence manifests for us as the left-over electromagnetic impressions of the maps which traced their territories and lives.
I mean that's all that stars are, to us. Nothing more. At best, brilliant examples of the personification of death. At worst, the faded memories of strangers we'll never meet. See, we like to project ourselves outward and onto anything around us; it's human nature. Even to the point of extending our three dimensional medium—the atmosphere or membrane of this planet—out onto interstellar space itself, whose properties of course have nothing to do with our captivated, color-refracting sky. Our own planet's history goes back a sufficient amount of eons, with evidence of fungus in existence nearly two and a half billion years ago, while humanity itself lingers more recently at approximately six hundred and fifty million years of age.
The idea that fungi are interconnected to our own ancestry makes sense once we process the escalating series of substrates they help conjure and allow, upon which each organism in the domains of life dwells and necessarily depends. By extending their cryptogamic mycelium they simultaneously provide for the old forests to photosynthesize and support the animal kingdom while at the same time actually feeding off the decomposing bodies of all deceased organisms, however large or small. What more powerful entity than that could exists here on Earth with us, which provides the very nourishment of life itself in exchange for feeding on our carrion and humus to sustain itself? This process describes the eternal checks and balances of perpetuating life through sacrifice, overseen by the mycological kingdom.
The fact that the mycelium of the fungal realm has been seeding substrates like this
for such an enormous amount of time and maybe even a lot longer than we could anticipate just goes to show the all-encompassing role it plays in helping provide both the stage of biodiversity for life here as we know it, as well as the ability to suddenly take life away from us with exacting precision. The mystic and ancient 'Forest Killer' does so to create meadows in order that the elk and other wild animals may step in and interpenetrate their spoor with that of a growing host of interdependent organisms ranging from the microbial to the tallest redwood slashing Grizzly bear, all for the purpose of allowing the forest to continue getting older so the stage for life itself may be perpetually advanced.
A crucial fact about the multiverse: it doesn't need to be imagined. This is it. Our comprehension of the context of its nature and how it relates to us needs to be modified if we think of the multiverse being comprised in any other way than the crickets, continents, oceans, elm trees, coyotes, June bugs, lightning storms, auto dealers, hurricanes, rain forests, star light, earthquakes, evening tides, scattered sunsets and erupting volcanoes along with everything else we know about nature receding back into a blurry molten stream of memories. If we imagine the multiverse to be any different than our world and this universe, then we're straying from its essence. Take a look around you. Welcome to the multiverse. We're experiencing it by definition and for us, there's no other way to do so.
Forget about expectations: our own's and society's. Clear the mind with a great in-drawn breath of deliverance from concern. The interpenetrating courses of life on every level and size criss-cross each other into a tapestry of interwoven circumstances and events, laying the ground work for the stage upon which all of our lives are played out. How can I express it better. Picture this. The eternal moment consists of the here and now which turns out to be the same 'place' as that which every other being or race that ever lived on any star both near and far because all those solar systems exist in our posterior of time because the only evidence which remains of their existence manifests for us as the left-over electromagnetic impressions of the maps which traced their territories and lives.
I mean that's all that stars are, to us. Nothing more. At best, brilliant examples of the personification of death. At worst, the faded memories of strangers we'll never meet. See, we like to project ourselves outward and onto anything around us; it's human nature. Even to the point of extending our three dimensional medium—the atmosphere or membrane of this planet—out onto interstellar space itself, whose properties of course have nothing to do with our captivated, color-refracting sky. Our own planet's history goes back a sufficient amount of eons, with evidence of fungus in existence nearly two and a half billion years ago, while humanity itself lingers more recently at approximately six hundred and fifty million years of age.
The idea that fungi are interconnected to our own ancestry makes sense once we process the escalating series of substrates they help conjure and allow, upon which each organism in the domains of life dwells and necessarily depends. By extending their cryptogamic mycelium they simultaneously provide for the old forests to photosynthesize and support the animal kingdom while at the same time actually feeding off the decomposing bodies of all deceased organisms, however large or small. What more powerful entity than that could exists here on Earth with us, which provides the very nourishment of life itself in exchange for feeding on our carrion and humus to sustain itself? This process describes the eternal checks and balances of perpetuating life through sacrifice, overseen by the mycological kingdom.
The fact that the mycelium of the fungal realm has been seeding substrates like this
for such an enormous amount of time and maybe even a lot longer than we could anticipate just goes to show the all-encompassing role it plays in helping provide both the stage of biodiversity for life here as we know it, as well as the ability to suddenly take life away from us with exacting precision. The mystic and ancient 'Forest Killer' does so to create meadows in order that the elk and other wild animals may step in and interpenetrate their spoor with that of a growing host of interdependent organisms ranging from the microbial to the tallest redwood slashing Grizzly bear, all for the purpose of allowing the forest to continue getting older so the stage for life itself may be perpetually advanced.
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