Universe
I am the universe.
Then the life of Afamad is over, I become a particle of light, and then I become the universe as it is.
The phrase “become the universe” is not accurate.
In the first place, our existence is the “universe” if we trace the origin.
It’s a very vast universe.
Past, present, future. The future is the past. The past is the present.
It’s like that.
I had a beginning, but no end.
Yes, start! I don’t know the moment of the start.
There is no end.
The universe is me.
I am the universe.
It’s vast.
I became conscious. I don’t have a shape anymore. But there is a form of myself.
I feel like I’m conceptualized. Still, I have a strong sense of “I” There are no words. However, there is a verbalized consciousness.
This is the same feeling I have now. It’s the same feeling from start to finish.
This is very surprising.
I look forward. The top is the top.
The bottom is the bottom. There is a right side and the other side is a left side. In the first place, there should be no up, down, left, or right in the universe.
There is a refreshing comfort here.
Umm, you know, The universe is music.
The universe is a magnificent harmony. Sun, Moon ,Stars, is a magnificent symphony. Glitter and grain of sound.
Violin and piano string vibration.
It plays a really beautiful melody.
Like the wind across the blue meadow, like the light falling from space.
I can also touch the stars. Stars that feel like popping or soft marshmallows.
It feels different one by one.
When I touch it, the stars feel happy.
It’s like my own children. No, that’s right. If I wave my hand, the stars will be born glitteringly, and if I wave my hand, they will disappear.
I shouldn’t have a hand. It feels strange.
We may have grown conscious and armed, trying to touch something important or loved one.
I wear something like a wide-cuffed robe made of space. The constellations are patterned.
But beautiful constellations and nebulae that I have never seen.