Infinity Squared

Infinity is a fairytale. If you find yourself traveling down a long tunnel towards a soothing ethereal light and you see your long dead grandmother, waving to you from a distant garden and harp music is playing gently in the background. Relax. You’re not dead. This doesn’t mean that you aren’t going to die. It just means that you aren’t dead yet.


When you die, you’ll know. Death isn’t about going to sleep; death is about waking up. It is like being startled awake. You stand still in space and everything with mass tears away from you at high velocity. You are standing still. 


The limitations of your biological life are gone in an instant. The shell of your former self leaves your presence along with the Earth. You are free. You are omnipotent. You are alone. Free will has always been absolute but now it is also free of consequence. Heaven is what you decide it is.


You can live your life again or someone else’s. If you don’t like the outcome of events, you are free to change or enhance things until you do. You can be anything or nothing. Life isn’t this biological shell, this flesh cocoon. Life is now and forever.


I am waiting to die. Not because I’m tired of living, but because I know what comes next. Certainty is the great taboo of mankind, we force ourselves to accept what we cannot prove and deny what we can. I am enlightened. I call it enlightenment because that’s what he called it. He is the voice in space. He sent the angels to abduct me from the sidewalk in Lakeland, Florida so many years ago. He gives me the data downloads every three hundred days at 10:03 AM. He might be the Supreme Being. He may be a charlatan.


I have spent so much of my life, dreaming about what I will do with eternity once I start to control it. He told me that when I die I stand still in space. I didn’t really comprehend what that would be like but I understand that nothing really stands still. All is in motion. To stand still in the midst of a universe based on velocity will be startling.


Very few understand what the afterlife looks like but that doesn’t stop us from embracing a description of it. Most of us base our entire lives around someone else’s views of what eternity looks like and what we has to be done to obtain the good version. We spend every moment carefully tailoring our existence and the existence of our children around our view of life from inside a tiny closet of ignorance.


We don’t grow. We don’t think. We don’t question. We don’t know. We only hope we know. We demand the obedience of others and I believe that at the heart of this demand is doubt. Insecurity drives our dogmas. If we are certain, why do we care if anyone else is?