Imagine A Sphere 

Imagine a sphere of such a size that its dimensions are beyond your (or anyone else’s) comprehension.
Imagine that upon the outer, curved surface of this vast sphere; on its face, lies all of the physical reality of known and unknown existence; all the matter in all the universes in all the dimensions - everything that can be seen, touched and measured - all of it.
Imagine the surface of this sphere fused, infused, dynamic and alive with a spontaneous, effervescent, ebullient, electric energy, a surface absolutely teeming with action, motion, animation and life - charged with a 'living force’. Alive.
Now imagine the volume of such an immense sphere, imagine the vastness of its depths, imagine as much as you can just how much could be contained within it, how much it could possibly contain. Try to imagine all that could possibly be contained within a super-beyond-universal-sphere like this, try to imagine it all. All of it and everything that it is.
What, and how much would it, could it contain? What is it ‘made of’, what made it? What is it? Why is it? What is at its core?

Inside this wondrous sphere is all of the truly important stuff of life, all the experiences, all the thoughts, all the feelings, all the emotions that the living expressions of existence experience, all the awareness, all the hopes, all the memories, all the fears, all the dreams, all the pasts, all the times, all the images, all the sorrow and obviously, all the Love that has ever been felt by anything that has felt it. This sphere contains all the stuff that happens and has happened within the walls of the mind as a result of the experiences and interactions that happened outside of the mind, in the ‘real’ world. All the things that the real world makes us, and all the other sentient lifeforms, think, and feel. All of it.
It also contains something else, something very important though easily overlooked - everything else there could ever be, all of it without exception, everything that cannot be described, nor experienced, nor understood. All the things beyond the world we will ever know. All the unknown.
On this sphere is everything that is of the real world,
In this sphere is everything you can imagine, and all the things you cannot.
This sphere connects and binds everything together as one, all one thing, all the same. All part of the same vast, wonderful, beyond-description, immense creation of existence.
All

(This is why our minds are able to visit the most amazing places and scenes when we dream, places we 'could never dream of', for when we dream, our mind is no longer locked into the mind-frequency of physical reality and is instead unfettered and free to roam and experience any journey our mind may choose to take. Our dreams provide us with the freedom to be really free - freer than death. This is dreaming. A freeing of the mind to wander wherever it may amongst all the possibilities that the mind, or more accurately, the soul, through its connection to the one true source, has open to it - the infinite possibilities of everything)

This 'sphere' is all the reasons why.

But it’s so much more than that, so much more than can be described or understood by the unknowing. Something so far beyond the limits of understanding or being.
It is everything that has been, and everything that will ever be, and not just everything we humans regard as the potential of everything, but all the stuff beyond that, beyond what we will never know, a true and actual everything.
And that I’m afraid, is just too impossible to imagine, too much for our simplistic, thought-based-contemplation, too frightening to consider due to its necessary negative connotations, i.e the extant insignificance of humanity and human endeavour, and the recursive futility of existence. But as difficult as it may be to consider these issues and their relativity to humanity - the impossibility of the realistic consideration of these immensities, it is nowhere near as impossible a task as is attempting to understand just what this ‘everything’ is made of, what it really is, what is at its core, its source, its beginning, for at those depths, at its core; the depths at which the truth is truly revealed in all its perfection, the mind is hopelessly redundant, it no longer functions, performs or has any purpose, and so it dissolves into insignificance, and reveals the true power behind will; the soul, for only the soul can penetrate those sublime depths, because only the soul can experience the truth, only the soul can decipher the eternal code, only the soul can truly understand. And only the soul knows.

The sphere, its contents and its surface, is all of experience and everything that experience is, and all experience is ultimately just a miniscule division of Love, a cell of Love, an atom of Love, made of Love, by Love.
Everything is The Divine Force Of Love and All that is.
(Don’t try to understand it, don’t think you can, not even for a second, because you cannot, no one can, no one will ever be able to, ever (well, probably). For we’ve all been too well conditioned to believe in something else, something completely different - the well-worn, control-based, power-driven, nonsensical fantasy - the demons and angel, the fury and guilt one from the books. The lie...or more recently, the miracle of the dissociated molecule)
Love is the start and the end of everything, it makes everything happen and everything that is - everything that exists as a something - ultimately returns to it, re-unites with it and becomes it. We are all made of Love stuff!
It is the truth we must all one day acknowledge we have always known.
It is the place we all come from.
It is the source of everything, the source of All that is.
It is All
(though I'm sure you'll know it by one of its many, different, false and man-made-up names)

What is All?, what is at the core of this incredible sphere?
No being of physical form will ever be able to answer that question (most definitely), and in the same way that a teapot is not manufactured to understand the science behind boiling water, we were not made to know the unknowable, nor ask the questions that have no answer.
At the core of everything is something, and that something, as misunderstood as it is, is so powerful, so pure, so perfect and so ultimate and so true, that any attempt to describe its limitless perfection and divine brilliance using ultimately base forms of communication such as language and words (Truth, Love, All) is as adequate and accurate a form of description, as an apes occasional grunts perfectly describing the intricacy and complexity of the laws of the universe.
Our futile words are not worthy, nor will they ever be,
But we can be
We’re special.
We’ve been given the key.
We’ve been given Love
And Love is the key to understanding everything.

Of course it goes without saying, and it really shouldn’t need saying (though unfortunately, from my experience of this doolally world we live in, I believe it needs to be stated) that all of the babbling gibberish, the incoherent and incomprehensible nonsense I have written above, is obviously a shallow metaphor, of course it is, how could it not be. When describing the indescribable there are no available descriptive terms that would or could make sense, and so a metaphor must be employed. The sphere doesn’t really exist, at least not in a way we can readily understand, i.e. measurable or quantifiable (surface-of-the-sphere stuff), but it sort of does, in a metaphysical sense.
It’s a bit like the ‘fuzzy ball’ of a spinning electron, there, but not there - that is until we allow ourselves to accept how the fuzzy ball can be there, not there, or and also, everywhere (and whether or not it really matters where it is, so long as it is).

All this rambling may not make much or any sense to anyone who has not experienced what I have, so let me try to convey the difficulty and futility of attempting to explain the unexplainable to able minds that cannot think ably beyond the capacity of thought:

Imagine a world entirely comprised of cubes, where everything that can be is cubic; the planet is a cube, the landscape is cubic and all the life, in all its various guises, is in the form of a cube.
All the rules and laws of this planet are based on the geometry and interpretation of the shape of the cube.
All the words ever written on this planet (written in cubic script) pertain to, in some way or another, a cube.
All the words ever spoken, speak of an aspect or element of the form and function of the shape that is a cube.
There is nothing on this planet that is not a cube, or related to a cube; everything is cubic, cubes are the start and the end of everything this world knows, has ever known or will seemingly ever know.
On this planet, cubes are worshipped and revered, cubes are the little cubes gods, and naturally, their god is a Cube.

Now imagine trying to explain to the inhabitants of this world what a sphere is,
Can you imagine their fear?

Everybody shines from within, everything else is just trinkets and baubles.

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