Hi everyone! Late again, but here it is. Tao Te Ching, Verse 4.

The Tao is empty
but inexhaustible,
bottomless,
the ancestor of it all.

Within it, the sharp edges become smooth;
the twisted knots loosen;
the sun is softened by a cloud;
the dust settles into place.

It is hidden but always present.
I do not know who gave birth to it.
It seems to be the common ancestor of all, the father of things.

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Infinity is very difficult concept for humanity. Numerous mathematicians have sought to quantify it, and in doing so eventually lost their minds and committed suicide. When I read this verse, so many other fields of interest spring to mind; Zero Point Energy – the infinite power source the world desperately needs, the work of Marko Rodin, the Measurement Problem, it all seems to hang off these simple words, first written over two thousand years ago by Lao-tzu. I could write hundreds of words on these topics alone, but I have chosen to brush over them in the interest of spirituality.

If the Tao is the infinite source of creation, ever present and within us all, then it safe to assume that we are all products of the Tao. The Tao connects us, and though we may appear and feel separate, I think we all know deep down that we are all connected.

I’ve spoken about the Measurement Problem before, about the power of the observer in Quantum Mechanics. It has been shown that nothing exists in reality, until it is observed. As observers, that makes us all co-creators of this universe. This may not be exclusive to humans, it may be possible that the very energy that makes up the atoms that our bodies are made up of is conscious. That the brain is actually some kind of recording device allowing us to record observations made by the greater consciousness in the interest of physical survival.

If there was no observation, then everything we think of in reality – the ten thousand things referred to by Lao-tzu – would exist everywhere and nowhere. In the real reality, all of us, and everything does exist everywhere, and nowhere. The probable truth is that the universe we think of is a hologram, a projection of ourselves. We are the Tao. In this superposition there is no time, and no things, just an infinite realm of relationships between thoughts. It’s so difficult to get your head around that I’m waffling now, unable to grasp the infinite as so many before.

The frustration of man (or so it would seem) is this: Our hardware is ill equipped to sense the infinite. We are led by our senses, and our senses (in most cases) only perceive the manifestations of our observations.

Is the Tao the Chi, the Zero Point energy, the Spirit? Lost to science due to its immeasurability perhaps. But for how long?