From where does this gaze come ? Whether it emanates from a cat, a bird, an insect, or a human being, its origin shares no boundaries with everything else. Life seems to be the sum of parallel universes, vibrating to a greater or lesser extent with each other.
Where does your existence begin, where does mine lie ? We seem so far away with our masks on our lips. We were already at a distance when we could shake hands, touch each other, bump into each other unexpectedly in the urban rush.
When you die, I will never have reached the depths of your ocean. I may have caressed you, kissed you, and even made you come. You will have done the same with me and the others. You will have petted a dog, conversed with dolphins or octopuses, and your reality will have been, for me, only an approximation, a guess of what you will have experienced.
The human species will have done great and small things before it dies out. When the Earth resembles a Martian desert, the depth of each consciousness will have turned into a star or dark matter.
It is said that it is possible that the whole universe is one consciousness manifesting in so many quantum vibrations.
How then to pray ? Is this a cosmic constant or a stubborn uncertainty ? Will we ever have the same view on things ?