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Parable of the Rock--by God
Once there was a Rock, filled with countless atoms, protons, neutrons, and subatomic particles of matter. These particles were...
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Parable of the Rock--by God
Once there was a Rock, filled with countless atoms, protons, neutrons, and subatomic particles of matter. These particles were racing around continually, in a pattern, each particle going from "here" to "there," and taking "time" to do so, yet going so fast that the Rock it¬self seemed to move not at all. It just was. There it lay, drinking in the sun, soaking up the rain, and moving not at all.
"What is this, inside of me, that is moving?" the Rock asked.
"It is You," said a Voice from Afar.
"Me?" replied the Rock. "Why, that is impossible. I am not moving at all. Anyone can see that."
"Yes, from a distance," the Voice agreed. "From way over here you do look as if you are solid, still, not mov¬ing. But when I come closer—when I look very closely at what is actually happening—I see that everything that comprises What You Are is moving. It is moving at in¬credible speed through time and space in a particular pattern which creates You as the thing called 'Rock.' And so, you are like magic! You are moving and not moving at the same time."
"But," asked the Rock, "which, then, is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of the Rock, or the separateness and the movement of Its parts?"
To which the Voice replied, "Which, then, is the il¬lusion? The oneness, the stillness, of God? Or the separateness and movement of Its parts?"
And I tell you this: Upon this Rock, I will build My church. For this is the Rock of Ages. This is the eternal truth that leaves no stone unturned. I have explained it all for you here, in this little story. This is The Cosmology.
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Once there was a Rock, filled with countless atoms, protons, neutrons, and subatomic particles of matter. These particles were racing around continually, in a pattern, each particle going from "here" to "there," and taking "time" to do so, yet going so fast that the Rock it¬self seemed to move not at all. It just was. There it lay, drinking in the sun, soaking up the rain, and moving not at all.
"What is this, inside of me, that is moving?" the Rock asked.
"It is You," said a Voice from Afar.
"Me?" replied the Rock. "Why, that is impossible. I am not moving at all. Anyone can see that."
"Yes, from a distance," the Voice agreed. "From way over here you do look as if you are solid, still, not mov¬ing. But when I come closer—when I look very closely at what is actually happening—I see that everything that comprises What You Are is moving. It is moving at in¬credible speed through time and space in a particular pattern which creates You as the thing called 'Rock.' And so, you are like magic! You are moving and not moving at the same time."
"But," asked the Rock, "which, then, is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of the Rock, or the separateness and the movement of Its parts?"
To which the Voice replied, "Which, then, is the il¬lusion? The oneness, the stillness, of God? Or the separateness and movement of Its parts?"
And I tell you this: Upon this Rock, I will build My church. For this is the Rock of Ages. This is the eternal truth that leaves no stone unturned. I have explained it all for you here, in this little story. This is The Cosmology.
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