The Infinite Point
There is a point at the very center of our being that is the intersection between the finite and the infinite, between the tangible and the ethereal, between the yin and the yang, and between the here and now and the eternal.
We have many names for this point. God, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, kismet and Paahlm are just a few of the many labels placed on it.
Despite the greatest minds of mankind pondering it ever since humans began contemplating the great, unanswered—and, possibly, unanswerable—questions of the universe, many centuries of philosophy have managed to catch only the faintest of glimpses of this point.
If you can connect with this point, you can connect with the universe in both a transcendental and a literal sense. If you can achieve this objective, your soul can attain immortality even though you must inevitably shuck your corporeal shell. If you can …
Oh, crap! I forgot to take my meds again, didn’t I?
Sorry. Never mind.
I’m talking gibberish.
