Lost in thought.
That was were he preferred to be.
The labyrinthine passages of the castle were as nothing in comparison to those of his mind. Long, dark tunnels; cavernous, torch-lit, stone hallways; towering mazes; narrow, spiral staircases that led, here, nowhere and, there, somewhere (though nowhere and somewhere were often one and the same); yet still, one thought drove him on, that single, intuitive realisation that this must all be here for a reason, surely some great, grand purpose. There must be some kind of centre to this maze, some hidden treasure at the end of the path, some answer to all the questions, some Truth to brighten all of the falseness of the world he had known hitherto.
Analysed separately, each of these elements appears to make no sense at all. Each, when isolated, appears to have no reason, no purpose, no point. Each thing seems to just meander randomly about, completely aimlessly, serving no end other than its own continued existence. There seemed to be no commonality between each of these elements either, each one so utterly different from the next.
But, of course, he was inside each of these elements, experiencing each from from within. For each one, he only had a subjective experience, and each did seem so different from the others. But perhaps they were all part of some great, cosmic jigsaw puzzle. Perhaps, when put together they suddenly made sense. But how could he put them together when he could only experience each one from the inside, and only one at a time.
If only there was a way to transcend this subjective experience, if only there was a way to rise high above and look down upon all the elements and see the bigger picture, to gain an objective viewpoint of the whole structure. Then, maybe, it would all make sense. Then, perhaps, he might see the purpose, the reason for it all.
If we perceive chaos, then we are at fault. For there is no chaos. Nothing is random. Nothing exists for no reason, nothing happens for no reason. If things feel chaotic, then we must transcend; rise above. Chaos represents our own subjective experience of some element(s) of the universe. But an objective analysis of the whole structure yields all the answers, shows the pure rationality behind each and every thing, reveals the Truth of all.
Everything is ordered, everything is rational, everything is logical, everything has a reason.
Still hearing chaos?
Keep listening…
This Truth that is to be found…when was it lost?
Was it once here with us, illuminating each and every day with the warm glow of reason? Was there ever a race of men who knew the Truth? Then what happened? How did they lose it? How was it forgotten?
When we look back into the distant past, we come across so many unexplained occurrences, so many mysteries begging to be explained. We can’t help but feel somehow that those who were there, in the past, were privy to some great Truth that eludes us now, in the modern world.
For what purpose were the pyramids of Egypt built? The great ziggurats and temples? What occurred inside them? What happened at ancient religious rituals, at the rites of the mystery cults? What was being referenced? Who was being revered?
Was there once someone else present among us, some great race of enlightened men who bestowed their great wisdom upon our ancestors? Was there some mighty Atlantis rising high above the world, thus gaining an objective view of the totality of things? If so, what happened to it? Where did they go? Were they really drowned beneath the waves, destroyed utterly in the course of a single night?
The problem is our conception of time. We imagine time as a timeline, a straight line extending in opposing directions from the present moment, both into the past and into the future. But how far does the line go? Does it have a beginning? Will it have an end? If the line extends to infinity in both directions, what does that mean? A straight line with a point at infinity is functionally equivalent to a circle! So this infinite timeline is not a line at all. It is a circle!
When we look deep into the past, and marvel at the wonders of the ancient people, and we strive to know what their mysteries were referring to, are we really looking into the past? Or, rather, were they really referencing the past? If time is a circle, then the past is also the future.
Was Atlantis deep in the past? Or is it in the future? Are we supposed to build it, here and now? Perhaps that is the answer then, to build Atlantis, here and now, and thereby bring all of its secrets into the modern world.
The past is done and cannot be changed. It no longer exists. But neither does the future. The future is to be created, and created by us.
Break free from the circle of time, for Truth exists outside of time, and that is where you are when you are lost in thought.
Omega Synthesis 