The same view
From where does this gaze come? Whether it emanates from a cat, a bird, an insect, or a human being, its origin shares no boundaries with everything else. Life seems to be the sum of parallel universes, vibrating to a greater or lesser extent with each other.
Where does your existence begin, where does mine lie? We seem so far away with our masks on our lips. We were already at a distance when we could shake hands, touch each other, bump into each other unexpectedly in the urban rush.
When you die, I will never have reached the depths of your ocean. I may have caressed you, kissed you, and even made you come. You will have done the same with me and the others. You will have petted a dog, conversed with dolphins or octopuses, and your reality will have been, for me, only an approximation, a guess of what you will have experienced.
The human species will have done great and small things before it dies out. When the Earth resembles a Martian desert, the depth of each consciousness will have turned into a star or dark matter.
It is said that it is possible that the whole universe is one consciousness manifesting in so many quantum vibrations.
How then to pray? Is this a cosmic constant or a stubborn uncertainty? Will we ever have the same view on things?
