My name is ____________. I say my full name to make the universe aware of it. I say my full name to make myself aware of it. Though I have good reason, like many before me, to think the world is some kind of illusion, I must assume for now the world is real and I am real. I must assume the people who depend on me are real, that we are separate-yet-one beings dependent upon one another within the space-time field of opposites, even if the space-time field of opposites is a logical and seemingly cruel absurdity in an infinite universe and cannot exist. I understand that because of this, I and my family, which includes all the human race, all animals, plants, rocks, particles and waves, are one, that the separation between us is an illusion composed of energy moving within a vacuum of nothingness. Though I cannot comprehend it, I understand that nothing and something are mirror images like photographs and negatives, made possible by the contrast of light and dark, colored only by scattering light, and one can’t exist without the other pulling against. I understand the universe is flat, the center is everywhere, that the circumference is inaccessible, and that it is held together by infinite contradictions pulling in equal and infinite directions until it is both flat and infinitely spherical; one is whole and round and endless, and at its imaginary border is its two-dimensional projection. I understand I cannot understand this but I am okay with it. My brain was not designed to understand it, and I choose to believe my existence is in accord with the will of the Universe. I assume the Universe has a will. I assume the Universe has a purpose, even if my concept is only metaphor, even if I should strive for an existence devoid of concepts. I assume, though it takes tremendous energy, somethingness defeats nothingness by insisting upon being and by gathering up the limitless energy available in what is named a vacuum. I understand the vacuum is an illusion, that something with energy within it is not really empty. The fact that anything even seems to exist at all is affirmation of life, of work, of positive forces. The fact there is an infinite amount of energy available to create and recreate somethingness in the face of eternal and unstoppable entropy is proof the Universe or some indescribable being within it values life and values my life, despite my being a single grain of sand and blinkishly temporary quantum particle in the fabric of eternity. Inconceivably, the Universal Being is aware of me and cares about me. It’s okay that I have my doubts. I would not be a rational observer of the Universe if I did not. I choose to believe I am here for a reason. I understand that I am a character in a play, and the play is divine. I understand that I am simultaneously AN author of the play and one very small atom of THE author of the play. I understand all beings are this way, and this unifies everything within a great incomprehensible continuity. I understand that all I sense is both real and not real. I believe, because I am an optimist—or yearn to be—the Universal Narrator (God) spoke the story of the universe into existence, and as a child of God I, too, am a creator, and I, too, can by speaking and believing create a tiny part of the world around me. I must remember to speak audibly to the Universal Being, affirm with my mouth that which I hope and dream to be. I understand that my attitude, positive or negative, causes ripples in the Fabric. I understand reality is partly my own creation.
I commit to remind myself everyday of the following:
I am special because I am the unique product of the mathematics of Infinity.
I am beautiful and highly unlikely.
I am the product of pure energy.
I am something rising out of nothing.
I am called to participate in the Great Narrative, and to write part of it.
I am smart. I see the world in a way no one else can.
I am talented. I walk through, interact with, and find balance in the world in a way no one else can.
I wear just one of the infinite masks of God.
In an infinite universe, all possibilities become eventualities.
I am better than good enough. I’m great enough.
God loves me. The Universe loves me.
Love is the willingness to suffer with. Love is the most important thing a human can learn.
God has a plan for me. I am free to follow. I am free because I follow.
I am fated, and I understand fate is merely the knowledge of what will be. I made my decision long before I was born. My part is known. Everything is known.
I embrace the mystery. I am comfortable within it.
I will try to be the best me I can be. It’s okay if I can’t be because it only matters to me anyway.
I can change the world by being a drop in the countless waves that break the dam.
I am the wave that breaks the dam, even if on the other side of the world.
No matter my vocation, I am an artist. Rejection doesn’t matter.
I am a creator. Approval doesn’t matter.
I am a poet, even if I never wrote a word. Poets are the new shamans of the world.
I am a storyteller, because the world needs stories.
I matter, and I am matter, composed of the spirit of God.