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Dunno, but lately it seems more and more true to me that we're all part of a giant wheel, essentially. A circle with no beginning and ending. Funny, but an artist's take on the Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon cover reflects it pretty well, I feel.
The prism is essentially the threshold of life and death. You're born into the world as a rainbow, i.e. full of color, wonder and awe, and without being too dreary about it, you slowly fade from that point on, the aging process, yet become "pure as snow" again, only to return to the "womb" of death and repeat the process again.
There's also an image that reflects it. Let me see if I can find it. Ah, here it is (featuring women's breasts, beware):
The who or why of it? No idea. Maybe we are all gods and oblivion/heaven/Eden/the void/whatever got boring so we willed our way into existence in human form to keep each other company. If you think about what it takes to be born, willing yourself into the world seems almost like a certainty (you had to swim the strongest to the egg, for example.)
Just some late night ramblings.
The prism is essentially the threshold of life and death. You're born into the world as a rainbow, i.e. full of color, wonder and awe, and without being too dreary about it, you slowly fade from that point on, the aging process, yet become "pure as snow" again, only to return to the "womb" of death and repeat the process again.
There's also an image that reflects it. Let me see if I can find it. Ah, here it is (featuring women's breasts, beware):
The who or why of it? No idea. Maybe we are all gods and oblivion/heaven/Eden/the void/whatever got boring so we willed our way into existence in human form to keep each other company. If you think about what it takes to be born, willing yourself into the world seems almost like a certainty (you had to swim the strongest to the egg, for example.)
Just some late night ramblings.