This is something that I had an idea for back on 9/9/05 but got stuck. Well today I dusted it off and gave it another shot and feel much better about it. Still need to work on the music for it. It's in my head so I just need time with a tracker. Without further ado:
Concrete 75 Tommy Raz 9/21/06
reaper riding shotgun bacchus at the wheel weaving shifting drifting glass and steel
If one declares prerequisites on anything to be called "reality", and if the Ultimate Source for those things cannot have any prerequisites (otherwise who made those?), then the domain of the Ultimate Source prior to them cannot be called "real".
And if one puts "reality" as a prerequisite domain for existence, then the Ultimate Source within an unreal domain cannot be said to exist unless it both produces a domain we call real and locates part or all of itself into that domain.
So I get tied up in semantic limits and am unable to express how there is no contradiction in the conclusion that the Ultimate Creator was non-existent in an unreal domain just before the first moment of the beginning of Nature, and yet was the Source of that moment. So I have to coin new words or remove limits from current words through a lot of qualifying terms.
So when someone asks "Is God possible?"
Ultimately, my answer boils down to "No". Or to be more precise:
When I ask "what does life mean to me?", the answer lies in what I am made of. It is about the relationship between self and the components of self. We nurture this by caring for our components: health, knowledge, wisdom, etc. Recognizing that self is based not merely on physical components but also past experiences, we nurture our future selves by choosing experiences that make up who we become.
Then I ask "what does my life mean?", and the answer lies in what I am part of. It is about the relationship between self and a collective self. We nurture this by caring for our organizations: family, fraternity, society, ecology, etc.
Today is 6/6/6. Anyone see anything unusual? There were some kittens running around the parking lot at work. Maybe The Beast has spawned a feline plague!