I see the stars, at night, and know there is no limit to them.
There may be a limit, but I don't bother with that, since I can never know it.
I see the milky-way, and know the stars within it are beyond number.
There may be a number, but I don't bother with that, since I can never know it.
My experience shows me that their movement is constant, and reliable.
They may or may not be, but I don't bother with that, since I will not live long enough to know.
I know winter follows fall, and summer follows spring.
One day they may not, but...
So you see: ultimate answers to such things are not really necessary, to one's limited lifespan.
Things are the way things are. Until they are some other way.
Should that happen, in my lifetime, no doubt I will do what I always do, and adapt to the new reality.
I don't need knowledge of such things, until I need that knowledge. Why would I?
All knowledge exists. It's only a matter of finding it, or where it is stored.
I would be an idiot, to think all that knowledge would fit inside my rather small brain.
And so I leave it where it lies. Until I find I have need for some of it.
Where things stand, for now, is that I have access to whatever knowledge I may need, as I have need for it.
People often take issue with my style of writing. Hardly surprising, really. Since I rarely, if ever, 'write it'.
I start typing and, without a single thought, end up with whatever I've typed.
I scan it once, for typos. Then post it. End of story.
This is why I don't argue, or become wound-up with aggressive debaters.
I am not arguing. I am not even involved. I merely type responses to what faces me.
There is nothing to defend, and no point to convey.
If I have a reason for doing any of this, at all, it is because there is so little of this out there.
Seeds arrive at my finger tips, and I broadcast them. Maybe they will sprout and root. Maybe not.
I have no preference, either way.
I have no desire.
Especially not to 'win'.
In this way, I am the universe I see, around me. I am part of it. It is me, and I, it. No separation.
I love this thing of which I am a part. And so I love myself.
And this wondrous love, paradoxically, is the very thing that some will see, and hate.
This is difficult to understand, and so I don't try. Love must be balanced by hate. Hate, by love.
It exists, and so it must be accepted. Like the stars at night, and the size of it all.
I know what I am. I am all I survey, all I perceive, and all I create. Boundless. Powerful. Eternal.
These are concepts that were meant to be conveyed by the term 'God'.
To some, they still are.
While others assign any definition, at all, to the word, separated from the thing it is meant to describe.
So in the simplest of terms: "I am".
What are you?