We are merely the shadows in a book in a library that is so huge that we can’t fathom it presently. We are the uni-dimensional manifestations of a weak intelligence which is far too primitive to sit at the elders table and partake in the conversation. The fact is that we barely exist at all and are utterly insignificant. As soon as the page is turned, the book is shut, we cease to be but lost in the darkness of so tiny an abyss that it overwhelms us. Our consciousness is unwilling to reach for the greater possibilities, the greatest possibilities. That we can think and do so, is the only evolutionary mistake. For evolution takes care of its sons and daughters but we have been left to plunder and rot and burn as the forlorn race. Our worlds are too small for us and in our rage and futility, we are tearing at the universe and trying to pull it apart.

And there will come a day when we will succeed. We will be so brazen in our attempts that the shadows will dance out of the pages and the book will move off the table and fall on the cosmically quiet floor of the library. And that’s how we will be recognized. Out anomaly, our arrogance and our impossibility, will appall those at the elders table and in their hands will be our fate. And our impossible ambition will either be honored and we will be admitted into a world of true knowledge or wisdom; or we will be discarded and wasted as a horrible mistake.

But something tells me we will be honored. I feel that they will be so astonished at our being that we will be their ultimate wisdom. That we will be offered a seat and our eyes will be opened to the world of everything. And through the mistakes of our former humble beginning, we will understand it all better and thus shall be crowned gods. God of the Gods. Gods of the Gods. The final, infinite, ultimate truth.