Truth and Time

#Showerthoughts -- why would God bother?

Two concepts are hotly contested in the world of the philosopher: truth and time. Upon a simple shower pondering, it occurred to me that both must exist. They may not exist in every imaginable fashion, but they must, in a fashion, exist in absolute terms.

Allow me to elucidate.

Truth is the easier of the two. I am a firm believer that even in the here and now, on the firmament, at the most base of base metaphysical levels — that is, the physical plane — there exists an objective truth. I believe, for example, that it is true that one is born a given gender and that this gender is assigned at birth by biology or divinity or a combination of both. This is not a political belief; it is a byproduct of my medical upbringing. There are individuals who are firm in their belief that I am wrong, and that gender is a construct of society. Some would claim that this is their truth. I am not among them. I believe that their so-called “truth” is delusion, a hogwash fed to them by the ruling elite in order to confuse and divide. In this, I believe that there is an absolute truth on Earth.

However, one could stretch one’s imagination and suppose that we exist in a multiverse with multiple possible outcomes, and that what is true in one universe is untrue in another. Perhaps I simply happen to be living in the universe in which gender is a biological fact, and there exist universes in which such gender is, in fact, a fluid construct, or a byproduct of the mind, or any number of other possibilities. To give a more simple analogy, it may be true that you had pancakes for breakfast in this reality, but it may be equally true that you had bacon and eggs in another. In this hypothesis, we may suppose that there exists no objective truth given the reality of multiple timelines.

… Or may we? My #showerthought was that no, we may not, for there exists above those fluid, timeline-shifting truths an even greater truth: that of the nature of reality. We do not know what that is. No one does. There are many interesting hypotheses, but at the end of the day, no one knows the truth of reality save perhaps the Creator, and even that entity may be stumped, but we know this: there is a truth out there to explain it. The nature of reality itself must be something, and that is the truest truth.

Next, I contemplated the nature of time. This one is much more controversial. There seems to be a general consensus among the modern spiritual community that time does not exist; time is, it is claimed, an illusion. That time in our current state of being is illusory is a fact that I do not doubt. I have had far too many experiences in my life to indicate that time is not strictly linear. I no longer doubt that it is most likely a construct of our current bubble of reality.

… But what of the absolute reality? Does time, some form, any form thereof, exist in the “Big Real,” the “True True?”

I posit that yes, it must. This is a #showerthought that came to me well over a year ago, when I first began exploring hypotheses as to the nature of reality, and it has stuck with me ever since. (The thought rather likes the shower.)

If we assume that Biblical accounts are accurate, then time is a given: In the beginning, there was the void. Then, there was God. (God is the imposition of order unto the void; first, was the void, then, was God — about as linear as it gets.)

If, however, we examine more modern accounts that suppose a slightly different approach, I still maintain the implication of the existence of time. These accounts often state otherwise, but I believe that they are missing something.

The general hypothesis that I am alluding to — which is derived from a variety of sources, some philosophical, some allegedly channeled from other worlds, some an amalgam of various sources — goes something like this:

All reality is derived from consciousness. There never was any void; it was only ever consciousness, experiencing itself, and that consciousness has divided itself into smaller and smaller subdivisions until it reached the piddly little ant farm being-state that we are in now. It has done this so as to know itself, to experience itself, to experience, if you will, anything at all. The so-called “time” that you experience is a product of the illusion of separation between the smallest sub-divided consciousness (you) and the rest of Creation. There is no time outside of this place that we call Earth, this existence that we call life.

Okay, fine. I can buy the concept that there is no real time outside of here; that, once we die, our lives are visible from above, if you will, like a four-dimensional snow globe or a space crystal. I can believe that one can travel forward and backward in what we now think of as time. I can imagine that, and I have had experiences to suggest that it is indeed the case.

That’s fine.

What about that Creator, though? What about that consciousness? Does It experience time?

Conventional wisdom in modern spiritual circles claim that It does not. Conventional wisdom states that It is beyond time, that It exists in a sort of cosmic zero-point field of constantly experiencing Itself and recurving back on Itself over and over in an infinite loop.

I don’t buy that.

I don’t buy that because it makes no sense to me, because it has no point.

I believe that the existence of the Universe that we perceive is proof enough of a form of time, and that is the form in which God changes. The Creator changes, because the Creator is experiencing Itself, and in so doing, It learns, and in learning, it goes from one state to another state — otherwise known as change — and in order for change to occur, time must exist. Otherwise, why would God bother?

Thus concludes my #showerthoughts.