Not about physics nor a specific religion.
The same life lived, with different options to view time and space, here now, in reality, without jargon or special theories.
Dipson globe. Or a movie like Interstellar (am.in, am.com). Reminder of the kind of silence, emptiness or space or vastness.
So vast that the search for the end, any movement bounces back to the person who searches, to the locality of the person, including a spherical vicinity that the person feels, he imagines as the possible space he can imagine.
Time, time. Movement. Life and death. When the space is infinite, movement is included again and again within, and having to search again for where can one move to, so that this movement is no more contained.
This leads to the realization of a lonely, ordinary universe like you and me. No movement outside. Can’t find any place to move to. Since that is again the universe, the space, the movement, included within a space which will need something else to be seen as a movement.
Comes back to you and me. Here now. The universe itself doesn’t seem to be able to make any external movements.
She seems to be without friends. Everywhere she touches is her anyway. Or anywhere where we imagine her touching or expanding to is again her, leaving her very lonely and alone.
That bounces the ball back to us. The search for a movement comes back. There is only us, me, the universe.
When even the universe doesn’t seem to be able to find any possible place to go to, why would I worry about death? There is no movement. My movement stops with death. If there was a movement too, there is no other place even the universe can go.
Movement starts being more and more in space, rather than as a reminder of time.
Let some leaves move. Feel from the shoes of the leaves. Like a plate moving in water, the leaf feels the air thick fluid, as it moves. It moves in space, unaware of the simple constant time keeping watch or clock.
The leaf moves. The hands of the clock is moving as the leaf. Till you notice the space around.
Where does the leaf move? Around in fluid air. Have a light memory of oneself being in the same space. There is a now a possible circle with a diameter. Include in awareness one more thing that could possibly be moving now or doesn’t move – a fan, a bird, a table.
There are now different kinds of movement, including no-movement. Clock becomes just one part of the play. The movement happens in space.
Let the future and past be around, in the circle or in a circle around you or from left to the right.
Let my words be a little bit vague with the description, let your mind parse through and fill in the gaps as is native to your mind.
Movements of different kind, that the clock too moves in space, its hands feeling the resistance of fluid air, like the rudder blades do against water.
Future and past around you and not away somewhere. You exist here in movement of your heart and lungs. And other movements exist too and you here are aware of the time that can be possibly around you.
No movement for the universe. The balls of search bounce around and back, in your watchful eyes.
All in peace.
The same old breathing silence.