Monday, May 19, 2025
Based on current scientific understanding, the universe is temporary. It began with the Big Bang and will expand until it’s too cold to sustain life. This is the Big Freeze.
You can intuit this in your own life. You get hot on something then the trail goes cold. The story of the ego, I suppose. We get hot on all sorts of pursuits then the novelty wears off. No more heat. I remember this as a kid. I’d salivate over wanting certain toys and then in a matter of days or weeks, they’d end up broken or in the toy bin.
The trail goes cold. This is an idiom that means that the marks, signs, smells, etc., that are left behind by someone or something can no longer be found or followed. I wonder if the trail for God has gone cold. The story for or against the existence of a god has gotten stale.
At what point is there anything left to what’s essentially disposable? Will there be remnants after the Big Freeze? Hard to say. If there is no observer, is there an observation?
Jesus said something about a perceivable kingdom, but not with signs or symbols or evidence. Our bodily senses cannot detect what’s real, to the fullest extent. But there is a trace or an essence or a whiff. Something wafts. It’s like the end of a big symphony, that moment before the applause erupts. It leaves you speechless and moved to stillness. Something goes before me, under me, over me, and behind me.
When the trail goes cold, you’ll stop in your tracks and realize that you left those tracks unknowingly. When the trail goes cold, the heart gets warm and fuzzy for those who are still in hot pursuit, hot and bothered, or just plain cold as ice. They haven’t sensed what’s left. Pure Love.