You get out over the tattered edges enough and it becomes evident it's just a horizon line.

The fact is our consciousness is the interface between our body and its world, so when you give yourself enough space from the group think, you begin to sense those floaters are other's consciousness intersecting your own and after a few decades of practice, this material world is little more than the sheen on a soap bubble.

Logically a spiritual absolute would be the essence from which we rise, not an ideal from which we fell. Ideals are not absolutes and a culture based on that assumption will invariably be divisive.

The light shining through the film, than the images on it.

We are mobile organisms, so our sentience coalesces as a sequence of perceptions, in order to navigate, so our experience of time is as the point of the present moving past to future. The reality is that change turns future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

There is no dimension of time, because the past is consumed by the present, to inform and drive it. Causality and conservation of energy. Cause becomes effect.

Energy is conserved, because it is the present, creating time, as well as temperature, pressure, color and sound. Time is frequency, events are amplitude.

So energy, as present, goes past to future, while the patterns generated go future to past. Energy drives the wave, while the fluctuations rise and fall. No tiny strings necessary.

Consciousness also goes past to future, while the perceptions, emotions and thoughts giving it form and structure go future to past. Though it's the digestive, respiratory and circulatory systems processing the energy, feeding the flame, while the central nervous system sorts the information, signals from the noise.

So our culture assumes there is some ultimate signal at the end of our journey, but what is signal, without noise?

Nature is cyclical, circular, reciprocal and feedback generated, while people are linear and goal oriented.

Even galaxies are energy radiating out, as structure coalesces in.

The price we pay to feel, is that a lot of it is pain. The price we pay to think, is that a lot of it is confusion.

Without the ups and downs, it's a flatline.

We are those cracks in the universe.

That let the light in.