I wonder. If creation had no beginning.
That what we consider to be creation always was. And always will be. Thus, no
need for a creator. Or a Big Bang theory. Or anything else. It is what it is.
Billions of galaxies. And trillions of planets. In ever-expanding cosmos. Teeming with the life force. We
humans tend to think that everything needs a beginning. But maybe that’s
not so. I'm keeping an open mind. Maybe that’s the essence of
life. It may not have been here forever. On planet Earth. But it has been
elsewhere in the infinite cosmos. Forever and ever. Spreading. Spreading. Spreading. Without beginning. Life itself. Is the
creator. Nobody created the creator. The creator and life are one and the same.
I am life. And the nature of life. Is to always be. No past. No future. Because
true and real life exists in an everlasting spiritual form. Outside of time. Time
is a deception. There is no time. We have made it up. Time is a pretense of a
fantastical imagination. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Yes. Yes. Life is crazy. No
doubt about it. --Jim Broede
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