#09: There's nothing new..!

Warning: This could be boring. Read at your own RISK.

Yup, there’s nothing new, sounds very common and heard many times. See now there’s nothing new in this saying also. Kidding right now, but I thought beginning should be light so… Switch on the lights please. Kidding one more time but not afraid this time, I’ve already warned this could be boring.

Literally taking these words, switch on the lights is to know the truth. The world, being a balance between Substance and Energy which finally is all same as Einstein’s E = Δmc2 proves the theorem of nothingness. All the matters subsequently identified from the energy are ultimately to be transformed in to another form of energy. Thus everything was, is and will be…

For simplicity let’s take it this way. Everyday is a new day by default still it’s not new because it had always existed. Time being the forth dimension is dependent of gravity and manipulating the data on different planets but as an absolute whole, time don’t have tenses like past, present or future. The upcoming is also there just like what has gone. We, “being” human experience the “becoming” principle in every form of life but the truth can’t be changed. The roots of unknown stands in words “Tatvam asi…” This is how “being” becomes “becoming” every time and that is how it’s always new and still never new.

Too much technical words made it heavier, I guess, still the words being a part of energy are never new and always existed. I know for many of you it sounds confusing but these are the unquestioned answers. I’ll appreciate those who understood whatever is said above and sorry for those who found it boring. I, being honest, would accept this one will always be as one of my favorite posts. I promise to keep posting some simple, comprehensible and NEW posts also… (Though there’s nothing new…!) Keep reading Random Strokes. – DJ.

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