cosmic notations

I firmly believe that the universe we live in is identical to the God who created us.

Let’s start with a timeline. First, there was nothing, then suddenly, something. The Big Bang. The Book of Genesis. Word for word they are not the same, but structurally they mirror each other: an origin of origins. In Genesis, creation unfolds over days. But time itself was new. What was a day at the beginning of time? A star cannot form in twenty-four hours. The language may be symbolic, describing gradual creation over a long period.

Now consider time from our perspective. When we are young, a day feels long. As we age, time feels faster. Experience compresses it. We are part of the universe; moving breathing stardust. The same elements forged in stars exist in our bodies. So when we talk about time, we are not separate observers; we are the universe experiencing itself.

In the present day, we see signs everywhere. Astrology speaks of star signs. Genetics has its codes. Chemistry evolved from alchemy. Mathematics is built on symbols. Fractals may be the purest example of signage: they appear in neurons, tree branches, clouds, turbulence, galaxies, all are patterns repeating at different scales. The golden ratio appears in natural growth. Order and chaos both follow some sort of structure, or what you can even call rules.

Math is everywhere because it describes what already exists. No one invented the hexagon; geometry allows it, and nature uses it, like the hexagonal storm on Saturn’s north pole. Bees use it in their hives. The universe follows rules. The speed of light is constant. Gravity pulls everything toward everything else. Physics teaches us that reality operates through laws.

Religion also speaks of laws. The commandments given to us. Did Moses listen to God, or did he discover structure embedded in reality and quantify it? Perhaps both interpretations point to the same source.

The future does not exist, but patterns allow prediction. Our star will die. All stars do. Humans die. Our bodies are finite vessels. We were not meant to live forever, and neither were stars.

Massive bodies of energy burn out, just as living things do.

We love what is temporary precisely because it is temporary. The Sun will outlive us, but it will not last forever. I used to worry about it. I do not anymore.

I’ll leave it to God to worry about the stars- I mean, I’ll leave it to the universe to worry about the stars. They both do the same thing for me. To worship the universe and it’s creation, is to worship God and it’s creation.