The sea of cosmic conscious energy, the mirror world veiled from us of physical eyes. The big one, the afterlife.
The force that forms the worlds. Where distance and time are insignificant.
That thing that fails reasoning from the senses. That thing that imagination cannot apprehend.
If it exists, then it probably has an entirely different fabric, an entirely different dimension to it.
I really do not know how far one can take this IF. If we exist, who is to say that there is not an eternal living consciousness somewhere.
And one can conceive of the highest possible good, the most Supreme Innocence. Why would we be bound to brute physics? Do we live at life's roots, and have yet to bloom? Is there a metamorphosis?