AN INSIGNIFICANT SPECK OR A UNIQUE BRIDGE?

We humans are given a finite time to do our "thing" and we are absorbed into the energy of the cosmos, so we never really "die" as would seem. Our conscience being is lost, of course, due to the death of the body but we continue. God and science is not at odds with this. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. God says we have a soul and maybe the two are one in the same, I don't know. But my soul says it is immortal and science says the energy that is life does not stop at death. Time is compressed into what we call time but we know little of the workings of the greater part of what is. I believe the cup is half full and as such an optimist. The four dimentions I first thought to be the only ones are now stretched to 12 or 13, whichever the scientists can agree on. I have read the existance of the string theory, particle theory, and every theory published I could read while trying to understand the principles of each, to no avail. Seems the three dimentions plus the dimention of time are the only ones to stick in this limited brain. lol.
But while I was watching the news some time ago, a man not far from here with an IQ above the chart says heaven does, indeed, exist. If that is so, then God exists. All this while watching a news brief. Heaven supported by a mathmatical theory. Interesting, to say the least. I am not saying to believe me, for I am but a human with flaws inherant to the species. All I am saying is to believe you can make a difference in your lifetime and pray it is toward good.
You pose interesting questions and wisdom which I would hope would be passed on to those close to you. Then can you know what you do makes a difference.

This entire article describes exactly what it felt like to be at Arlington National Cemetary in DC.

Boris, you are kind of stuck between two worlds, and not even the living and the dead for the dead even remain eternal here. Walking through the place is ephemeral and surrealistic, as a dream, its beauty, the monuments, the flowers and trees, as you walk wearied on foot searching searching for what?

Feeling lost . . . chest caving in, unable to breathe from the sheer force of life and the feeling of ten thousandfold spirits speaking causes one to rest on a bench just to be able to breathe.

Then the Tomb of the Unknowns. Speaking of two worlds, two dimensions, here you have soldiers - their sole duty - a requeim to those that have fallen, un named, un marked . . . yet the largest and most magnificient part of the grounds.

Even in its beautiful hurt.

I felt like a speck that day when a young Marine saluted ME as he marched and handed his duty to another, three of them stood, alive and well for those that existed elsewhere.

Iwo Jima made me feel like an ant. The sheer power of the life force residing within the bronze causes one to feel quite insignificant.

It also causes one to re-evaluate oneself.

I had thought I experienced what you speak of when I saw the Pacific and waded in its waters and again when I stood atop Waimea Canyon, but no.

It was here, at Arlington, I experienced what you speak of.

As noted here EXACTLY, YES THIS: (you made me rethink, a good thing)

Rather than being a tiny speck lost in the infinite expanse of space and time, each individual is a unique conduit bridging two disparate realities with one another.

This is another very elegant thought-sculpture, as well as a pin to the silly bubble of contemporary accidentalism and insignificantism. Of course another view to be taken is that we cross that chasm one last time and draw up the bridge. And we remain in the inner world, where certain other eventualities eventuate. But that is another story.