Once there was a Rock, filled with countless atoms, protons, neutrons, and subatomic particles of matter. These particles were racing around continually, in a pattern, each particle going from "here" to "there", and taking "time" to do so, yet going so fast that the Rock itself seemed to move not at all. It just was. There it lay, drinking in the Sun, soaking up the rain, and moving not at all.
"What is this inside of me, that is moving?" the Rock asked.
"It is You," said a Voice from afar.
"Me?" replied the Rock. "Why, that is impossible. I am not moving at all. Anyone can see that."
"Yes, from a distance," the Voice agreed. "From way over here you do look as if you are solid, still, not moving. But when I come closer - when I look very closely at what is actually is happening - I see that everything that comprises what you are is moving. It is moving at incredible speed through "time and space" in a particular pattern which creates You as the thing called "Rock". And so, you are magic! You are moving and not moving at the same time."
"But," continued the Rock, asking, "which, then, is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of the Rock, or the separateness and the movements of its parts?"
To which the Voice replied, "Which, then, is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of Light, or the separateness and movements of its parts?"
Upon this Rock, for this is the Rock of Ages. This is the eternal Truth that leaves no stone unturned. This is the Cosmology.
