I was just pondering this concept last night while thinking about how I came to my understanding…through ants, and this one contradicting visual image that I used to always see in my mind as a kid, when I thought about what the universe was (a drop of water emerging from a faucet, and despite their being an entire universe outside of it, inside, was just as infinite and expansive of a universe. I would look inside the water and soon would see that infinity of all outside the drop was also contained within the drop, until I would lose my grip and the line between inside and outside, what is large and what is small, would become very thin). Then last night, the lyrical poet sent me this link, but I didn’t open it until now since I was so deep in pondering. I think the fact that so many creatives intuitively perceive the same thing is clear evidence that it’s real.
“We are the story we tell ourselves. In this universe, in this existence, where we live with this duality of whether we exist or not and who are we, the story we tell ourselves are the stories that define the potentialities of our existence…a story is the relationship that you develop between who you are or who you potentially are, and the infinite world. And that’s our mythology…a person without a story, does not exist.”