I was taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning

“I was taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning …”  

One day, in quiet reflection, I was taken deep into the Self, taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning.  Here is how I described it right afterwards:

“There was a sense of things shattering, like crockery breaking, or like the shell of an egg breaking.  (I think of Kabbalah and its image of Creation as divine vessels breaking.)  Then there is a river, or milk, flowing out from amidst the shards.  The river is clouded in mist and flows a long way down canyons of shards or rocks.  Until it settles in a pool below.  Tranquil waters.  This is when Life begins.  Cool, calm but rippling waters.”

Being facing Being

I wondered what it could mean for “Being as such” to be a Person, a Thou, as surely, from my own experience, God is.  Then it struck me that this rushing Stuff, this force of Being, is also the being of me.  And I am a person.  So why shouldn’t the rushing Stuff, the Being of—of what?—the World, of Being itself, be a Person writ large?  I don’t mean the World merely in a physical sense, since my own being is not merely that of my body.  Similarly, the Being that animates everything could be a Person.

Looking out the window at the passing trees, it struck me that their very leaves are full of Being as such, the Being that is also a Person, and that it made sense for them to be a Thou for me.  And, more remarkably, for me to be a Thou for them.  I felt that Being facing Being, not necessarily speaking but simply facing, is what personhood is.