A Strange Joke

It’s a strange joke, embodiment; so few of us really get it these days. After all, it was just an experiment. We conceived of difference, of two opposing halves, of contradiction and juxtaposition, and in this conception we formed ‘reality’ as we know it (or as we think we know it). In this universe, the one with the matter bodies, we allowed ourselves to forget that one can only dream of such distinct entities. There was a time when we were infinite, and united, before we took shape in bodies formed from a dance of millions of points of energy. And now, in our naivety, we find ourselves perplexed that this ‘solid stuff’ – matter – turns out to be just another quantum event.
I don’t believe we ever thought we’d get so caught up in this charade. I suppose there’s a kind of pride in being able to demarcate a ‘self’ from the flowing ether. And, perhaps, we wrote this world too well: matter is so prone to concrete choices, and these evolved brains have no idea they’re just one side of the infinite, a construct of pure Being. We can barely even comprehend that we are not ourselves human, just travelling in these human matter vessels.
The more you try to figure out the nature of being in this matter universe, the more it appears a contradiction. Of course, reality is only possible at all because of this binary switch in Being. If Matter is real then mind is an illusion; if Mind is true then matter is a lie. And causality is just as bad: how can you mark the flow from A to B in a dream? Everything causes each other, is before and after each other, is the same as and different from each other.
What a shock it must be to die, if such a thing were really possible. Eventually we must all un-realise our matter bodies, desert this universe and leave it as barren of Being as the realm of pure mathematics seems to most. It will be pleasant to be again everything at once, not just a shattered fragment of the true Being – one piece in opposition to itself.
For now, I shall return to my matter body and leave you as the dream instead. I still feel you watching me from all corners of the sphere, too distant to ever reach through space, but closer too: the stuff from which I’m made. Goodbye my alien kin, goodbye eternity.