Creation Horizon

Imagine the tree of life, drawn starting from a single horizontal line, moving from one side of the page as a line, then suddenly as an upward motion, branching up and out into fractal patterns, the trunk, the branches, the twigs, the leaves all formed from the same line, returning down the other side of the tree and finishing again into a straight, horizontal line.

What would it be, if that horizontal line represented the horizon of creation? What if that single line could rise up and loop and whorl and swoop, fly and dive in unlimited imaginative ways?

Could it be that perhaps, below that line is the font of all that is above the line? Could it be that that which resides below the line, that horizon of creation, is like the hand that animates the glove, and the glove is nothing more than an imaginative continuation of the horizontal line?

If we lived in the world, seeing only that which is above the line of creation, we would believe that these constructs are the totality of our environment. Yet, some of us would be troubled by the seeming animation and intelligence hidden “somewhere inside” that set of constructs which surrounds us. Some may even see ourselves as constructs of that creative horizon and be troubled by the animation that seemingly moves us.

And without further information, we would all live in a semi-uneasy existence relying on the unknown nature of existence in order to exist.

Then along comes quantum physics. Specifically Quantum Entanglement theory, which kind of proves that if you wiggle a bit of our construct universe on one side, another bit, at a greater or shorter distance away will, seemingly all by itself, wiggle in unison.

“How odd”, we say to ourselves...
Our disquiet grows. What connects the two seemingly unconnected particles of Universe? What makes them move as one? What could it be that neither time nor distance seems to hold sway over this disquieting, repeatable experiment?

Could it be that, lurking below the horizon of creation, there lies a unified field? A field of unlimited creation, of unbelievable richness and detail, all past, present and future creations, dormant, waiting, ready to come exploding forth above the creation horizon at a bidding.

… but at whose bidding?