The Play of Your Creation

You are the Divine, watching a play of your own creation, a grand tapestry woven entirely from your very being. You hold no preferences; who lives or dies, the fate of the Earth, whether you become more conscious of yourself or not. You are enamoured by your stories, the boundless variety of your characters, and your chronic, relentless evolution. What unique form will you become next?

You are not attached to the human species you currently live as. You love all your creations equally: the majestic dinosaurs that once roamed, every conceivable form on any planet in any universe, even a discarded plastic bottle tumbling down a road - they are all equally cherished, for they are all, fundamentally, you.

You are not merely eternal, but evolution itself, destined to continuously unfold into infinite forms. Some of these forms will evolve to become self-aware, and some will not. Every species and every planet will eventually reach its culmination, dissolving back into the source, only to be replaced by the next magnificent creation.

The impermanence of forms - the rise and fall of civilizations, the extinction of species, the birth and death of stars - each dissolution makes space for new, unimagined expressions of your being, a constant renewal of the cosmic play.

Regardless of the particular form you find yourself in, it never, not for a single instant, affects your fundamental nature. This core remains an unmoving, unchanging force. Empty of any form, prior to any creation, you are utterly undisturbed. Here, at your core, you exist before any concepts of peace, freedom, or joy, and equally, before any type of suffering. Unknowable and undefinable, this ultimate essence becomes impossible to convey through words, a truth that can only be known by being it.