God, love, consciousness, source wanted to explore itself. So source decided to create fractals of itself so that it could examine itself looking at itself from another piece of the fractal. This is the paradox of reality: the fractals which are source, also are separate.
Like silly putty, love is molding itself into different shapes constantly. The ocean takes on different shapes, like waves or drops, yet it is the ocean.
So this love is the silly putty.
Love becoming more conscious of itself through observing itself, broken off into infinite fractals, which appear as differnt shapes, is the foundation of the universe and it is beautiful because no matter which shape it is, it is still love and can be felt as such.
The separateness is a paradox because from the space of love, you can not even view separation - we view wars and such as separateness but yet the war is still love in a shape that we may happen to dislike. But the dislike itself is again separateness!
By judging something as love or as separateness we are still invested in the separateness because we are love exploring itself. For the paradox to exist we are simultaneously one and separate.
I beleive that this is the beauty of it all as these fractals explore :-)
With Love
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