The stones fall – the monkey scratches his head

Three dominoes are in a row. Nothing is there but you. No ground; no air surrounding you. No friction. There is only you. The first one experiences a force and is pushed. Whether it falls or only wobbles, whether it outlines the next stone in the fall with it, whether the second makes the third to topple, that depends only on the force acting on the first stone. – In the beginning a force acted on the non-being – and the world became. Only from the properties of this force on the beginning the course of the world depends. Who could say there would be something like „coincidence“ – or the free will? Only because we know nothing about the force and the stones on which it acted and because we cannot survey how one stone after the other falls, this does not mean that everything follows no predictable course. A course of events that we experience in bright moments as a vision of the future or of the past or of a strange place. – Or as a glimpse into the infinite eternal structure. My thoughts, my words, this text… before determined from the beginning of the time. Arisen from an eon long falling of myriads of stones. Everything is already determined.

Absorbed, I scratch my temple. A gesture, set by the power that worked eternities ago and whose energy still moves everything today.

What is this happening? Profane „cause-and-effect“? „Stimulus-and-reaction“? What is this force? What are the stones? How were they placed? What is unspeakable and unthinkable behind this image?

What is it supposed to be, our „free will“? Aren’t the events in the universe so much more complex than our little thinking, on which we seem to presume so much? In the universe, stars are ignited, matter is transformed, elements are recreated, which in turn create wonderful planets on which the most wonderful things are created. And we built a pocket watch? Or a mean little nuclear killing weapon? Everything is so much more „creative“ and „creative“ than „we“ are. Just from the breath of the divine power. And we think our excrement, with which we build turrets, is something that sets us apart from the rest of the universe? That they came into being from our free and creative will, because they seem so great to us?

The stones fall. The monkey climbs down from the tree. The stones fall. Worlds are created. The stones fall, the monkey does what the power tells him to do and finds himself wonderful. The stones fall. The monkey writes these words and other monkeys read them. The stones fall. Worlds are destroyed and are created anew. The monkey goes on – and scratches his head.

Pain must never be allowed to guide us. Our actions grow out of the fearless knowledge of our security in the meaning, of our soulfulness and of the eternal unity of everything. We always act in love for everything and everyone. There is no inner separation. Pain alone must never guide us.

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