What ruled prior to the Big Bang?

What existed prior to the Big Bang? Some swear nothing did. The very existence of nothing. It’s incomprehensible. I can’t imagine, not even through the pure chaos of my imagination can I comprehend ‘nothing’ Nothing is something something doesn’t exist from nothing, there can’t be nothing. After some thought, or should I say feelings, while strolling by the sea this evening: I came to the realisation that nothing couldn’t exist, but what if everything could exist? That would INCLUDE the true meaning of ‘nothing’.

Chaos. Chaos was the very beginning prior to the big bang. I call this particular state of chaos, The 1st dimension, Mother. I feel she has some feminine character because if she contains everything, and gives birth to something, its like a woman’s womb.

She contains everything, all possibilities from mathematical equations that describe what patterns make cars, to the chemicals required to give satisfaction in a brain, but all of it is random and disorganised. Impossible to grasp any sense.

This Mother is lifeless and still. There is no spark, everything has no meaning. Nothing makes any sense to her.

Then one day something happened. Something intervened. I believe the true creator of everything in our universe, including God, was the state of order I will call Father. It somehow collided with Mother.

As if it created time, but because there was no friction or drag (yet), the movement of everything inside her kept on moving and changing positions. This would feel like an eternity to a human, all possibilities were becoming together, a state of order for these mathematical equations begin to arise but nothing would do anything. The mathematical equations for a tank, for the feeling of fear inside a dog’s head, even the code for life itself..but nothing was doing anything. Until one day the random chaotic movement of code reached to the order of the meaning of love.

Then BOOM. A gigantic explosion occurred and satisfaction through a force of love, a meaning, was given to chaos. She expanded quickly with the exact code needed for the perfect physical existence through the drive of the meaning of love. Anything that was not satisfactory through the meaning of love, did not exist.

In the beginning – My story of a black hole, the creation of our galaxy

In the beginning, there was Mother, existing lifelessly in the sea of her dysfunctional womb of chaos. A tragic existence, a story that would break any Mother’s heart. She was in a state of entropy. The state with nothing to love.

Then Father came. Father, a virtuous Knight, who had come in response to Mother’s mournful slumber. Father, the most powerful authority in the existence of everything, stood proudly with light from his shield shining out lighting her darkest demise witnessing her lifeless existence in pieces. With his Chasity pure, and with utmost chivalry, he knelt before Mother in honor for her love. Mother’s love swept into the space around them. She affectionately felt his sincere generosity and desire in giving meaning for her love. She gracefully pulled him closer embracing his mighty order. She passionately fell in love with him.

Mother must have truly loved Father. She sacrificed her authority over truth, her very existence through a gigantic explosion, to give him her love. Father, the order of all creation, triumphantly marched on wearing her heart on his sleeve. From that moment on he vowed to protect that love by spending eternity in giving it meaning, and so made her love the first law of all existence.

And so their children were born. Life, driven by her love, to give meaning for their Mother and Father’s sanctimony of marriage.

Mother, lovingly watching her hero ruling over her children from the shadows, patiently waiting, affectionately catching any children that should fall, and nurture them until Father’s return.

Manifest into something meaningful – The true meaning of life and who we really are.

I want to acknowledge that deep philosophical thought can be slightly frightening. This is a good thing because it lets you know that you are becoming conscious of something new, something different. Luckily for us, because of the nature of our universe, the truth is always an optimistic one.

I want to do my utmost best in trying to prove the meaning of life and the missing link we have failed to detect scientifically.

Life. What a struggle it can become. An endeavor that can intensify in difficulty when there is no purpose for it, a purpose without a meaning… a meaning for life, of which a growing number of human ‘beings‘ had begun to unlatch from since the apathetic value we gained from science. Like the feeling of disappointment from an unattainable climax – the unhealthy thrall; the obsessive sterile logic smothering us, suppressing the potential from improving our character, the awe-inspiring reality of becoming aware of ones own existence. Logic… the useful yet robotic, bare and destructive science of thought the distracted perspicacious naively flaunt, whilst blindly engulfed in the absolute limitless chaos of potential, not realising that freewill cannot exist with logic alone.

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Human beings consist of more than the ability to witness logic. We are a majestic creature with an ability to harness chaos using the power of our supreme imagination. Our ancient celestial symbolism and messages descending upon us from the stars above, reminding us of our beautiful compelling past of gigantic events that created patterns we can witness in our minds, a melody we should be harmonising with. There have been billions of years of transition that led to the arousal of human emotion, to utilize the power of epic storytelling, to achieve it’s desire in becoming meaningful. The storytelling that led us to become not only consciously aware of our minds and behaviors through religious text and the truth from science of thought, but also the capabilities of becoming aware of something entirely new.

We contain eons of fine tuned logical decisions that empower the universe to experience, the emotion, imagination and the desire for grounding beliefs required to sustain a magnificent state of being, a combination that will, when positively charged (like the feeling of beautiful music), send our spirit booming into a golden state of existence, enabling our soul; our character, to sing in harmonious beauty with our cosmos passionately embracing us. Our wonderful and well deserved Lucid Dream.

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Order may be the Father of creation, but the infinite chaos that gave birth to all possibilities is our Mother. Although our father has utmost authority over everything with the power of truth – (the very reason why 2+2 = 4 is true), he is still at the mercy of our mother. At the mercy of her love – (the reason why 2+2=7 exists, but is false). Without that love, the tragic nihilistic perspective would inevitably send us spiraling back into her womb of utter chaos through the process of entropy. A balance between order and chaos is required to exist and to exist with meaning. And so it is this divine force we call love that drives and maintains the balance, by the mother sacrificing her authority over truth and giving it to our father, feeling the physical universe grow with love while she sits patiently in case any of her children should fall.

The love that drives the universe is like the love you give your child, to become the best they can be. The love you give your new bike to prevent it from rusting with entropy. The love you have for playing video games enabling more to be created, or the love you give your friend that’ll potentially save them from spiraling into suicide. Entropy: The state of being unloved.

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The art of storytelling is a wonderful creation. The mesmerising process of controlling chaos via your imagination, and if attempting scientific theory; comparing the ideas with the behavior left in the wake from an ancient mystical past, adding meaning and discovering the truth. We are sentient beings guided by values other than logic, influenced by eons of spectacular events in the night sky, continuing on with the timeless unconditional task of becoming meaningful.

When you become conscious, you have a duty to love and create a meaning using the tools given to you. Order and chaos is kept in check from what we humans call love, illogical yet significant, with our emotions providing the ability to give meaning to that love. Could this be the reason why the advanced human intelligence has not caused us to become extinct, and why A.I, which will not have access to love, could inevitably cause our extinction? Could the survival of the fittest theory be a misconception, and it is in fact this mysterious force we call love driving life to go forward? Without a meaning, what on Earth is the point of survival?

If you are feeling down, lonely, or in in any other dark time, just look up at the stars at night and remember… the entire history of events in our universe, leading up to this very present moment occurred, so you could be conscious of the fact that you are loved.

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Love, although as science describes; an illogical chemical reaction – it IS in fact, not only the true feeling of a meaningful life, but the meaning of life itself!

The only danger with love is: When we are not conscious of it, it is capable of becoming corrupt. For example; the love for blood sport – the Roman audiences loving the brutal coliseums of pain or the love of inflicting pain on animals, such as fox hunting. Once we become aware of the force we call love, we can harness it to our full potential.