Games within Games

Upon Earth and nested within nested beliefs, religions and rituals, reside childish representations of what power and perceived magic is.  Earth is a place where games reside within games and are disguised with different names but using the same shapes and symbols, humans attempt to mimic more powerful beings or attempt to gain the favor of One more powerful than the powerful beings.  All are game pieces on different boards, childishly created by mankind to feel more powerful and feel more in control or more magical.

Older and older games are discovered by remnants and rumors of their existence.  Older and older wisdom surfaces, always a re-creation of the wheel already known.

Earth is a childish game for entertainment and competition in which souls come as if to a veiled Colosseum to test their skills and ability to adapt to changing rules.  

Older replaces older still and there is no evidence of the oldest sought because it doesn't exist on Earth. No one can discover the source or secret of evil, the source or secret of nature or the source or secret of Goodness.  That which is older than all that cannot be discovered, vanquished or learned, but watches and ignores; much as parents both watch and ignore children playing.  

Secrets can be discovered but they are secrets within secrets and discoveries come out of other discoveries yet to be discovered.

What cannot be learned or discovered is older than evil or good and doesn't understand itself, it just IS.  Mankind can decide to call something evil or good and there are no wrong answers because play is play. Games are won and lost and new games are created.  There are players and spectators, creators and destroyers all at the mercy of what they are nested within and when.

No need to fear so the last remains of what was created in order not to be discovered only by a few, for this can be destroyed and recreated anew.  No one has ever had it right or wrong and no one ever will.

Beauty is real.  Focus on beauty.  Beauty is found in meaning, meaninglessness, patterns and surprise.  Beauty blooms out of what opposes demise.  Beauty will again arise even though nothing survives. Beauty is a feeling or essence of what is inside brought to the surface to shine and subside.

-Eve is One