If numbers can be used to represent "all things", including philosophy, how can philosophy be dead? Philosophy can therefore be used to represent "all things" as well, including numbers. If philosophy is dead then all language, truth, science and math would unravel as tongues vanished and every word ceased to exist.
There are so many fascinatingly passionate, wise, and experienced people sharing their unquestionable knowledge throughout the world. Yet the sea can be pretty rough from time to time. Individuals being tossed around by waves of earthly despair. What intense paddle breaking storms they can be. Shouting from boat to boat; words being misunderstood; volatile winds chopping messages into little pieces. Sometimes very few fragments of self supporting relatable environmental observations allow certain conversations to continue; individuals being dragged down towards the bottom, swallowed by the sea. Messages of hope and calmness can fade away while riding on the backs of the howling winds.
You are not from that world, we are from another world and we have armies within us that will come and fight at a moments notice. A soldier of hope to fight despair; a soldier of calmness to fight the panic; a soldier of love to fight the hate; a soldier of understanding to fight condemnation; a soldier of humbleness to fight arrogance; a soldier to turn the other cheek and fight a soldier who is lost in the devastatingly isolated world of kill or be killed; a soldier to peacefully sacrifice and fight a soldier of no sacrifice; a soldier to unsheathe protection for all and breath life back into a soldier of only self preservation; a soldier of encouragement to fight discouragement; a soldier of tolerance to fight intolerance... We step out of our boats one by one, walk on water, and continue heal those who are dead or dying. We step off and down from the boulders from which we speak to fight arrogance with that action of humbleness. We continuously fight evil with what is courageously good, first within us and then outside of us. We are from a different world; the world within us has no storm reeking havoc; a tranquil peace and calmness amongst the outside storm. It is easy to be consumed by the merciless condemnation of earthly despair. A thunderous windstorm of hail, fire, and brimstone created out of the raging outcries of earthly distress. If focus is lost and we allow the sadness to gain ground the storm will rage within us and we will surely begin to submerge. We can lose battles, love can turn to hate, calmness can turn to frustration, our soldiers of light can die but only if we surrender to the lower levels of the temporarily fearful and dispiritedly isolated. As the potentially frightening storm rages we can begin to sink into the maddeningly murky waters. Hopefully our heads will not completely submerge (becoming one of the dead in this water grave of complete hopelessness). All will be well. Hopelessness will turn into trust and then into living once again. The dead can and will always be brought back to life.
What brilliantly thought provoking experiences you all must be trustfully putting forth every day of your life, thanks for sharing your continuous passage of existence and eternal energy; rippling out in all directions effecting everyone.
As my body continues to age into the inevitable my time on earth will come to an end. Death is not something to be feared for out of death life must be born again. We can't have one without zero and we can't have zero without one, they are eternally connected. Our wholeness, zero onto one-hundred percent, continues to unfold in all possible directions and dimensions (just as everything else in existence has, is, and will continue to do). There are as many life experiences to live as there are individual choices: colors, temperatures, frequencies, rays of light and elements (they all have the same number of components). For each choice another dimension is added and so our complete being is blissfully satisfied. Our wholeness is shaped more like the earth; not a flat line of deathfully static permanence, or a singular line of recurrence. Our energy never dies, it continuously transfers into something embracingly warm and beautiful. This life is but a finger tip of ourselves; we all return to our entirety after departing from this necessary sacrificial journey. We hover over head, like a gardening angel, waiting to reclaim what belongs to us. Till then we have our successful and honorable roles to play in this unfolding environmental influence upon others; kindredly sacrificing for all growth internal and external. Unwilling to sacrifice for anyone, will evolve into willingly sacrificing for some, and then into willingly sacrificing for all (that is every possibility). There is no greater enlightened love then willingly sacrificing for our family (everyone), who is part of everything. What is done to the least is done to the most. Likewise, what is done for the least is done for the most. The beginning and the end have already happened, time is an illusion with a purpose. (There is the best of us and the worst of us, 0-100 %). Forever humbling.
There are only so many possible answers to the question of existence. Either there is only infinite, only everything, both, or neither. That is "everything" when it comes to those possibilities. Possibilities are not infinite. Every possibility is, was, and will be explored forever. The mind, body and emotions expand and contract as does the universe. The answer to the question of existence is both, everything and infinity. The symbol for infinity is also the symbol for everything, "the universal infinity symbol of truth" (everything, infinity and the universal truth binds them together for eternity).
Time reaches a point when all events have been recorded, and that is everything. The hour glass of time, the universal infinity symbol of truth, will then flip over and start the process again. All possible space will become filled, eventually, in the same way as it was before as every possibility is explored yet again. The record is not erased, is erased, and then is being written, (all three possibilities are true, not true, and are in the process of becoming true).
You may be surprised by where the universal truth takes you. There are as many different individual paths to take as there are individual colors but they all lead to the same enlightening place (Everything and Infinity).
Bryan Scott Butler
Author of "I Dreamed of Everything"