The Cosmic Play

Today is a day for me to run errands and relax. Blogging is a way for me to relax--allowing my natural thoughts to flow and find their way as words on this empty page.

Words emerge from the void. You just need to know how to listen for them. Whenever we face a block, it is usually because we are not listening intently. Our minds are too noisy. Noise cannot be transcribed into words because they are incoherent.

A coherent thought has a natural grace that expresses itself with ease in words. Thoughts need not contain any points--just like the flow of water on a river, governed by gravity. Thoughts are just the spontaneous manifestation of nature.

And occasionally these thoughts contain seeds that germinate. And what mighty trees they become!  What was the seed that led to the tree that is the company that you've built?  Or the book that you have written? Or the marriage that you now find yourself in?

Everything began with a single thought. And where did these thoughts come from? Did you will them into being? No, they arose spontaneously, driven by the conditions you find yourself in, and your natural inclination--your genes. Some thoughts are as inevitable as rain in December. The winds and the currents all conspire to produce them.

And here I am, writing these words: thoughts musing on thoughts and the process of thinking--like fish frolicking playfully in the pond. The universe is at play. Lila, as they like to call it.

As kids we all like to play. We discover the universe through playing. Sometimes we get hurt in the process, but the bruises and pain are all part of the fun. What is life without play? The universe itself is playful by nature.

Life becomes miserable whenever play is disrupted--very much like a football match with too many interruptions from fouls. When we play we must also be sporting. Being sporting means respecting the spirit of play. It is by being sportingly playful that one is in harmony with everything.

Just like this blog article. I don't exactly have a real subject--I'm just playing with words. For writing, when it is fun and spontaneous, is also play, as is everything in life. Through play, we relax into our natural state, in alignment with all the forces at play in the universe.

In the end, all the universe is doing is playing itself out--from the moment of Big Bang to its ultimate disintegration or collapse. All the determinism and randomness are part of an unscripted performance. And we, as bit players in this cosmic drama, should strive to play our part.