Infinitive

“Because to me, fantasy isn’t wishful thinking, but a way of reflecting, and reflecting on reality.” Ursula K Le Guin

“Imagination is not imaginary.” Matthers OGD

There are two possibilities. 

One, the universe is finite, has an edge, has a limit. 

Second, the universe is infinite. 

So far as we able to tell it is the second, the universe is infinite.

There are two reasons.

1st, the basic obvious we cannot see it’s edge, we have not found it’s limit. 

2nd, all of our scientific studies have concluded; no form of energy ceases. It transmutes. 

We have to factor in imagination. 

Eckhart Tolle describes a human being as “life, nature, becoming self-aware.” 

We have the faculty of imagination.

There are two possibilities what is imagination.

First possibility: it’s where we make things up. Imagination creates new things which did not previously exist.

Second possibility: it is an imaging device, much like a lens capable of drawing information from somewhere.

This necessitates that information to already exist. Imagination, then is a combination of observing and deciphering, translating what we have observed from its source. As a generalisation we tend to bundle everything together into one raw chaotic mess. 

The concept of remote viewing, which many people claim to be a sensory ability of the mind, suggests that what we bundle together into one raw, chaotic mess, is a crude basic way of describing ‘everything out there’ into a singular concept. 

Which obviously is incorrect and misleading. Perhaps they should describe it as ‘arguably’ incorrect and misleading.

It is at this stage we recognise the description of ‘everything out there as a singularity’, as one entity, to be what is referred to by mystics as the ‘all-being’.

If the universe is infinite, if imagination is a visionary tool, able to peer into other parts of the infinity, it is a logical conclusion, that everything we can imagine exists as a reality, somewhere.

What we are seeing in the minds eye is an actual, real thing. If not for us here now, for some version of us somewhere.