Russian Doll

Written in December '23

something timeless,

something spaceless,

something disembodied,

something totally nonsensical

created this singular mess

called the universe…

 

but how?

how does something immaterial act,

let alone create stuff from non-stuff?

 

this caveat implies that matter being

created nor destroyed is only valid

in this universe…

 

yet if man is made in the image of god,

why is this being immune from physical laws?

 

therefore if god is matter,

then god can act and create

and do all the things associated

with being a being made of matter…

 

so this god exists on a physical plane

all its own, and since this being exhibits

traits of a personage, then the Russian doll

scenario comes into play…

 

this god may have been created

by a greater god on a plane greater

than the plane that contains the

universe we exist in…

 

just like the natural numbers

are the innermost egg of the

numerical set diagram, so is

the universe we exist in…

 

the god that created our

universe from the matter in

his spatial plane is the set

of integers, numbers that are

positive, negative or zero…

 

and then it goes onward and

upward from there, rational,

real algebraic and the reals…

 

the Russian doll of infinite

regress hidden within the

uncaused cause appears

like a festering wound

covered in salt…

 

but the theists say

this entire line of inquiry

is nonsense on its own…

 

whatever created the universe

existed logically prior to it

and came into temporal being,

thus time began as soon

as God acted…

 

how is that not special pleading?

how is that not extra steps?

 

they complain that the beginning

of spacetime requires an explanation…

 

the theist tells us logically that

material reality begins and ends

with the universe, therefore their

creator must be immaterial…

 

so are we caught in The Matrix?

so are we brains in a vat?

 

are we sentient illusions that

can’t explain their own existences

in any terms, let alone material terms?

 

are we stuck in the imagination of some

person that we ourselves can’t describe?

 

if so, then we may be stuck in a Russian doll

of the immaterial instead of the material…

 

regardless, arguing about the existence

of the divine is driving through a roundabout

multiple times on purpose, is mapping a place

In spacetime but it lacks any kind of dimension…

 

it’s like the song George Michael sang

back in 1987 but it goes for everything

material as well as immaterial…

 

even the Russian dolls in our

spacetime look shocked that

we ponder such ludicrous things…

 

but that’s what happens when

you have imagination, it transcends

the distance between you and the abyss…

 

everything stares at you

and that might be the cold

comfort we all need to accept…

 

that might explain why the dolls

came from Russia to start with