All is one and One is all

There’s got to be someone on the other end of the string. These are borrowed words. They talk about the presence of a power that is the mightiest of all the ones that we are aware of. Maybe it is just our imagination. Or maybe it is true. But the fact that it hovers over our minds for nights and days together is proof itself for part of its presence if not whole. The abstruseness and profundity the human race claims as its own is the unknown acceptance of a supremacy that exists beyond our comprehension. Everyone does not require understanding everything. Everyone does not understand everything. We can only put forth our version of the truth in front of people who can do the same to us. In that sense and every other sense possible we are all equal.

All is one and one is all. These are borrowed words too. At the highest level of life as we know it, there subsists a control that wheels the journey of matter, energy and time. The birth of those is unconceivable by us. The only part of it that can be understood is their absolute existence which one cannot deny. The discovery or rather acceptance of that control is valuable to our being on this planet even though that is only for a little while. In the innumerable layers of awareness, there is one that corresponds with the consciousness of the rest of the human race. Dead or alive. At that level we all know the truth. But unlocking the door of that layer of awareness is the biggest challenge we face and probably that is the only underlying aim of our lives. This similarity that is there in all of us proves the point of us all being one. One in every sense of our existence. Because that awareness is enough to take us from this dimension of life to another. Collectiveness of souls and energies is as evident and clear as the setting sun or the revolving planets. If this is unreal they are too. All is one and one is all. Physicality is an aspect of life that threatens to erase all the others. At least in the minds. And often, it does so too. It makes one forget about the other criteria that they were born with. It rubbishes all that is subtle and unseen by the eyes. But the mind’s eye does not remain closed for a long time. There comes a time that changes everything for a person. It creates all the answers that they were looking for all their life. And it creates questions that their mind is now able to answer. Then, it is not a wonder, that there are no differences. Everything is one. There aren't even different forms of the same thing. It is the same thing. Every tiny little excruciating detail in the sculpture that represents us becomes invisible and the work of art becomes pristinely clear showing nothing but a vast expanse of nihility. That is the quintessence of life. That is what we are born for and that is precisely what we die for. To become a part of that nothingness that is the answer to every question we are capable of asking. The journey from knowing everything to nothing and then striving to know something only to end up with the knowledge of everything again is what life can be defined as. It is not an exaggeration. It is the only possible way. There are other ways we can think of. But that capacity has been offered to us by the same power that has created an ideal way and left it on us to search for it, to find it. And once it is found it is heaven all the way from this moment to the one that is called the end. The end is actually a beginning of something else. And the cycle continues forever and ever.