“Don’t take it seriously, dad,” my eldest son said to me, when we were playing Monopoly along with my girlfriend a while ago. Every time my sons make remarks like that, I become alert. Sure, I knew he meant it literally, he was telling me not to be absorbed by the game. Still, this remark had a deeper meaning to it, and a few days later it dawned on me what he really meant. Whether or not he was aware of this, he meant that I could simply enjoy the game and our get-together.
There is a place where nothing exists, and from which everything comes into existence. Here, everything is present, everything has already been created. Here lies the essence, waiting to be shaped as we desire. Creation and materialization as one, from ourselves, within ourselves.
Consider this for a moment. Our Earth is located in the solar system, which is located in the Milky Way, which is located in the Universe, which is located in the Cosmos. And then? What lies beyond the Cosmos? And where does that end? Hang on, where there’s an end there’s a beginning. Oh right, I can see it now: there are two little boys playing marbles in the backyard. One of their marbles is our Cosmos. The time needed for that one marble to bump into another marble is a few seconds. Speaking in terms of the boys’ planet, that is. Converted to Earth time: umpteen billion light years.
A very long time ago, in a galaxy millions of light years from here, there was a horse named Pegasus. Pegasus was no ordinary horse, he was a winged horse, and he had the ability to fly very high and very far. I say ‘ability’ because, even though his kind flew everywhere, even to the farthest corners of the Cosmos, he never flew much at all. You see, Pegasus was afraid of falling, and so he spent his days trotting and galloping a lot, and occasionally he would make short flights through the valley near his meadow. This was fine by him until he reached puberty.
When you were young, did you dream of what you’d be later on? I did. I was about six, maybe seven, when it dawned on me what I would become. Every Saturday morning I would go to the library in Rockhampton, Australia with my parents and my two younger brothers to return with another pile of history books. “Don’t you want to try something else Wim?” my parents asked after a while. “No,” I answered shaking my head and departed to my fantasy world of explorers who travelled the world in ships, on horseback and camelback, or on foot, discovering the most interesting lands.