The Grand Cosmic Peekaboo

Once upon a metaphysical moment (which wasn't a moment, because time hadn't been invented yet), there was only Spirit: infinite, eternal, unchanging, indescribable, unqualifiable. Naturally, being perfect and complete in every way, Spirit did the only logical thing it could do.

It decided to forget itself.

Why? That's unclear. Maybe infinite boredom. Maybe a divine craving for surprise. Maybe it wanted to write poetry through Ken Wilber.

So Spirit, being beyond all categories—including “doing” and “deciding”—somehow did decide to create a universe. But don't get confused! This wasn't a creation in time or space. It was more like... timeless unfolding of spontaneous self-knowing through structured holonic complexity.

Translation: Spirit played dress-up.

It became quarks. Then stars. Then bacteria. Then trilobites. Then monkeys with anxiety disorders and TikTok accounts. All the while, Spirit was cleverly hiding in plain sight, pretending to be rocks, lungs, neurons, and philosophy professors.

Every stage of this cosmic game—every electron, every eukaryote, every espresso machine—was actually Spirit expressing itself to itself, even though it never really left itself. (Are you confused yet? Good. You're awakening.)

Finally, after billions of years of crawling through mud, mutating DNA, and occasionally inventing religion, Spirit makes its big comeback:

Surprise! It was me all along!

The punchline? Nothing changed. Spirit never moved, never evolved, never fragmented. It was always already itself, just pretending not to be.

So why the whole show?

Ah—but that question only arises if you assume Spirit had a reason. And reasons are for the relative realm, silly!