all this insanely complicated and breathtakingly considered system - what for?
what am i supposed to think out with all these neurons of mine?
or am i here only to serve as a link to a greater species, the one that WILL produce the Thought? find the Feeling? finally create God?
..and all this plurality, all this hubbub and grumble - do they mean that? are they there to prepare the world for the final flash of The Idea?

Is the Universe a flower, contracting and then blossoming out like the wings of a butterfly do to make it float in the air?

the autocatalytic chemical reaction. once again.

Isaac is a genius.

But he is not THE genius, obviously. Cause we're all still here, no news from Heaven.

...so the Universe is supposed to recreate itself, then. for the new lap, for the new life and death?
i'd vote for sunyata in this case. yes. now i understand them.

.."can God lift the unliftable stone he's just created?"
can we imagine anything that would be beyond the idea of sunyata?

i'd vote for gardening and baking, you know. and rose-cheeked little naughty boys and girls.
but isn't it too common a way?