(4) Mother Hen

Quoting from an article: "The problem is that big things, like stars,
planets and galaxies (collectively the macroworld), are governed
by Einstein's theories of relativity, which revolutionized physics a
century ago. The embarrassments started coming soon after with
the development of quantum theory: it turns out that small things,
like atoms and their constituents (collectively the microworld), are
ruled by a completely different set of physics, one that conflicts
horrifically with relativity."

I've always considered this strangeness of the Universe more
"close to home." If we, who are body and soul, who are micro-
cosms, than the Macrocosm must in some unknown way seem
the same as its smaller reflections.

Thus the macroworld of the Universe would seem the Body, and
the microworld of the Universe would seem the Soul. Hence the
Universe is running on two servers. Just as we Consciousness
Points are running on two servers.

This cosmic outer world seems so elegantly straightforward,
whereas--to quote--"the inner world of quantum mechanics
is a wild, unpredictable sea of mind-bending weirdness. It's
based on pure randomness: things just pop in and out of
existence almost at whim, and we end up with hundreds of
different types of particles each with different properties, and
the whole thing gets so confusing that documenting them in
one over-arching 'registry' just slows the while thing down and
ends up fragmenting the Universe into a mess..."

This seems *so* much like our own puny inner workings, doesn't
it? Our soul, our inner life, still borders on the random, on the
chaotic; so, as microcosmos, is it so hard to ponder the similarity
we see in the Microcosmos? Neither level--Macro or micro--of
the Universe would yet seem finished or complete.

It's kind of like adolescents suddenly in a nearly mature, elegant
body, but yet still all messed-up inside. Poor kids, poor us, poor
Cosmos!

Now scientists are impatient to explain it all: and, yes, they are
irked over this strange condition of the Universe that is both
steady and chaotic altogether. I know that most scientists
would never take the philosophical (or spiritual) perspective I
have on this issue, though some of the more thoughtful are
twittering around this territory.

In the meanwhile we, in our own smaller worlds, existing in the
Greater World, will just have to become ever more conscious, more
comprehending, in order to work through the chaos towards a
better existence. I've no doubt the development of us microcosms--
the Universe's Consciousness Points--are utterly necessary for the
development of the Macrocosm.

So that's my theory, wishful as it may be. But one does have to ask
where "God" might be in all this scenario? Just my opinion (and
really no more than an opinion), my little Wotai Stone carries a
curious image within it. It's the image of a sunbird--a rainbow
streaked eagle--hovering over a globe. Since it is my stone, the
image is mine only. Yet all along, for much of my life, I have felt
the Great Spirit hovering over and within us all, hovering over the
Earth, hovering over the Cosmos, hovering over each living entity
that had come forth in Creation.

It's like a "Mother Hen" watching after her own as they edge
precariously out into the Light.