SPACE

TAG: MWC Space

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Space is a subjective extension of ourselves. We each see the same things differently. We call space empty when it is filled with things most cannot see.

Life is a feast of subjectivity.

Space seems to be everywhere. Everywhere that an object is not. When you fill a space, as during a flood, it no longer exists as space.

Space is the emptiness within which we see things.

As I say, it’s all subjective.

If I ask you to tell me what the emptiness outside my window holds, the answers will fly fast and furious.

This is why witnesses are deemed unreliable.

Our sense of space varies.

It is something we fill.

It depends on walls.

It is a measure.

It is endless.

It is wide and open.

It is too small.

It is closed.

Or private. Or beautiful. Or ugly.

How then might we think of space and find a truth we can agree is on the mark?

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Let’s start with the invisible, with what we cannot see. Our Souls.

Assume our central reality is our Soul. If so, it is located inside us as a serene center which represents our highest potential — our good exercise of power.

Love power actually.

The space we give our Soul is subjective. The product of our infinite diversity. But larger the better is a good goal.

Invisible Souls are actually made of the same substance as every other thing that exists. Including the spaces between things.

The substance is energy.

Whenever we find out what dark matter is, it will doubtless prove to be energy too.

Can I prove we are Souls?

No. For a simple reason.

You are reading what I think. You are you. You are free.

If I speak to you and you receive my utterance, it will not be what I think. It will be what you think of what I think.

We have a language that deals with this. It deals with invisibles, things that occupy no space. But which define how we see things. We each have a frequency that signals where we are in the hypothetical space we occupy.

So why are Souls the starting point?

Because they lead us to the Gold Star of awareness. That would be Reality with a capital R.

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Reality with a capital R is the highest place on an invisible spectrum that spans the ethical and aesthetic reaches of consciousness.

At the bottom are things like true denial, killing, violence. And all hateful and destructive intents. Evils. Errors. Disasters.

At the top is the upper path. From critical thinking to the heights of human achievement. That would be existences permeated with freedom and love.

This iteration would lead us to conclude slaves have given us many examples of the very highest of intentions, manifesting a freedom and love that shames their seeming masters.

Power corrupts with one exception.

We reach the limits of Nietzsche.

Why?

Nietzsche got power, but flubbed love. (It drove him mad.)

The only truly efficacious form of power is Love Power.

Reality with a capitol R is the same as Love Power. This is true everywhere in the Cosmos. It is true of all Creation.

It is the simple pinnacle of existence.

Space is the emptiness within which our intentions become manifest. It’s like water. We affect these things by our intentions toward them. Same with air. They exist on our invisible ethical-aesthetic spectrum according to our attitudes, habits and deeds.

Space is the endlessness we dicker with, limit and seek to control.

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We are at a point where we might come to a conclusion.

Here’s one.

The only space that matters is inner space.

Inside us is where the action is.

Inside us is where perceptions are continually born.

And when we are graced, transformed and hallowed, it is within us that we feel exaltation.

Inner space is the key space for each of us.

It is necessarily subjective. Like everything else.

Wherefore C. S. Peirce tells us consciousness is feelings. That is reasonable. Souls feel individually, communally and universally.

(Peirce was a scientist who skewered anything that frustrates inquiry.)

Going inside us is where, as Souls, we are nourished.

All external spaces are the product of what one thinks about them. Which is why the greatest intimacies rise from the shared impressions.

I’ve come to accept my own ways of approaching external space. It’s studded with subjective images of spaces, locales, rooms, events.

I think we’d all be lost entirely were there not creations all around us. The delight of sharing with friends the wonders we’ve perceived is palpable. Subjective as we are, we take pleasure in things we see as fixed and immutable.

Behind all that, the Soul is always present, reminding us of the most glorious fruits of inner space.

Freedom and love that invisibly sustain us.