The Bottle Metaphor
Think of an ocean as Infinite Consciousness.
Floating in that ocean are many, many bottles, filled and sealed with ocean water.
The bottles are our physical bodies, our material husks.
That sealed ocean water is our individual consciousnesses, which ultimately are derived from, and one and the same with, the ocean.
Each of us float in the same ocean, but each of us are isolated from one another, and ultimately, isolated from All (Infinite Consciousness) by physical containment in the bottle.
What keeps us in the bottle?
Beauty. Or rather, the illusion of beauty. The allure of beauty keeps us alive, motivates us to keep breathing; whether it be the physical beauty of the opposite sex or the beauty of uncompromised art.
Why are we in the bottles to begin with?
That is the key question; for it is the same as, why do we exist? Existence on the physical plane, that is. Why was it created by the Infinite Consciousness? Simply in order to indulge in the illusion of beauty?
Floating in that ocean are many, many bottles, filled and sealed with ocean water.
The bottles are our physical bodies, our material husks.
That sealed ocean water is our individual consciousnesses, which ultimately are derived from, and one and the same with, the ocean.
Each of us float in the same ocean, but each of us are isolated from one another, and ultimately, isolated from All (Infinite Consciousness) by physical containment in the bottle.
What keeps us in the bottle?
Beauty. Or rather, the illusion of beauty. The allure of beauty keeps us alive, motivates us to keep breathing; whether it be the physical beauty of the opposite sex or the beauty of uncompromised art.
Why are we in the bottles to begin with?
That is the key question; for it is the same as, why do we exist? Existence on the physical plane, that is. Why was it created by the Infinite Consciousness? Simply in order to indulge in the illusion of beauty?
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