The Infinite

The Infinite is unending possibility; all the permutations of what can be. It is the boundless fabric of all realities. It is the unified whole which creates and contains all complexities and although of many parts, all is one. It is from the infinite that we gain generation and creation.

The Naming of Things

The infinite contains all that has yet to be defined and without definition, the power of that which is unnamed – free to simply be. When we name something, we define it. In defining it, we take away its freedom in our presence and bestow a new power in its stead – that of being known, recognized. However, in recognition, that power is taken back by measuring and in that act, we have given it limits.

We name to define, to know and to understand. With every definition, we shrink the possibilities available, collapsing probabilities into discreet packets of information and substance. These packets are pushed around by us like contrite children after having smashed a beautiful mirror of rare perfection in a fit of temper and frustration. This mirror, when whole, showed us the reflection of things properly, but we have named ourselves and thus are reduced to fractured fragments of our whole, thus perceiving things as separate parts.

We push the fragments of the mirror around trying to piece them back together as they were, believing that if we do that, then we have understanding because in piecing it back together we have created it. This is a childish deceit and we often become arrogant because of it, even though all evidence prooves we are unable to make it whole again: It remains like a shattered mirror to our perception, therefore adding nothing to our understanding. So as we name our reality, we lose the very things we were trying to gain.

However, all this is illusion that we provide for ourselves believing that the truth lies in parts and separation. The mirror cannot be broken; just as a lake may become distorted by our disturbance of its surface, it will return to calmness and stillness. What we have yet to properly understand is that we are the mirror – whole and unbroken. It is not separate from us: All things are a contiguous whole. The mirror is us and an extension of us.