Eulogy to the Universe

When we are gone who will remember us? Some speak of You as omniscient. Many call You by name. Others say You are the mountains and rain–the sun through the firmament. We look for you in each other. We cannot or rather, should not, seek in pronouns. `He,’ She,’ it makes no difference. You are you. We each are all particles of the Human Spirit, that is You!

Over the centuries, from the beginning of humankind’s recording of Time, we have endeavored to conquer You, sometimes blindly, often defiantly. The natural environs are raped—we sever our ties to the bucolic origins of our being. We do not seek but busy our lives away. To seek is to stop—to be still. What is the hurry? It’s all one way. We are at the mercy of our own understanding and yet, we are fools forever bound to folly and a cycle of injury in the name of conquest. What is power if it is not borne of righteousness? Power resides with one and from that one it must and can manifest itself in abundance. We’ve seen the hazards of a power so obscene, corrupt, as to stain the annals of Human history —time and time again. But what if such power were harnessed not for self-gain but for the Universe itself?

The idea that because we can does not signify (nor justify) the principle that we should. What can be said of the infinite vastness—The Universe in its most umbrella-listic terms—apart from ourselves? Only this: we comprehend with facts and experiments on one hand, and on the other unyielding faith—a desire to comfort ourselves. Can both be right? Or can both be wrong? Perhaps in looking up we are gazing back at ourselves. We seek answers from beyond while we are in the very process of conducting our own experiment. We—yes, the entire human race, holds its own Fate in its hands. What we have done and will do relies solely on the knowing of Self apart from the masses. Each person shares the all-inherent DNA of human life. Each soul, if you believe the body is inhabited by the unconscious entity imbued to feel, is a vessel. We are here for the sake of remembering. Were we gone, wiped out entirely, the memory would still exist for the Universe lies within us, and we within it. We cannot obliterate what we did not create. But we can destroy its goodness. This we have done, much too frequently and in the name of power, religion or greed. And this is where the tragedy realizes its comical aspect. The folly is on us. Power is false security, and faith a crutch. Religion poses as a save-all. Every day we murder in the name of some cause, persecute because of intolerance.

We already have the proof, but are we afraid to break from centuries of rooted ignorance—blindness? We see what we want to see, believe what comforts for the moment.

What began as a Eulogy unto the Universe, the all-knowing, whatever higher power you call to—even if you consider it Nothing, is actually a praise unto ourselves. We are writing our own eulogy. Depending on our own line of vision, the eye of knowing should, if nothing else, raise doubt. Doubt in the form of questioning. Questioning rather than silencing what we don’t like because we are afraid, or something, someone is different. Difference is not bad. One’s behaviors reflect the goodness or evil in any given situation.

In a rare moment a piece of the visage is revealed. Call it good and evil, yin and yang, the inseparable foils, the parable of all life: sinister and benevolent. For a split second, or even a few minutes, there are times when we must wonder and ask ourselves: who are we and what are we doing?

Society eclipses the Self and when this happens the retina is destroyed and the individual ceases to see themselves as a singular vehicle of action. The answer is always in one’s own hands to Do Good in the World. No one else’s.

Did I just say nothing? Or did I say everything? The point is I spoke. I did something!