The source of the origin

The Source of the Origin

By: John Kazerooni

A child asked a question. It was not about toys, school, or even the stars. It was a question that seemed to reach beyond the world they could see, into something vast and quiet. The parents did not know the answer. But they could not leave the question unanswered. They told a story—careful, imaginative, and full of certainty in tone. The child listened, wide-eyed, and believed without hesitation. In that moment, the story became truth—not because it was proven, but because it was trusted.

Humanity is like that child. We face the unknown and ask questions: How did the universe begin? What keeps it together? And in response, we create stories. Some come from faith, others from myth, and some from science. Each tries to give shape to the unseen, to explain what we cannot fully grasp.

Science has given us remarkable ideas:

The Big Bang—an abrupt birth of everything from a single point.

Inflation—the universe expanding faster than we can imagine.

The Big Bounce—a cosmos that collapses and rises again, endlessly.

The Multiverse—countless universes drifting like bubbles through infinite space.

These theories rest on observation, measurement, and mathematics. They are our finest attempts to understand the great mystery of existence.

And yet, even the most trusted theories leave questions unanswered.

What came before the Big Bang?

Why does anything exist at all?

Can “before” even exist when time itself began?

Perhaps there is another way to imagine the beginning.

The Source of the Origin is not merely a point of creation, but a hidden essence—a quiet, radiant root from which all things arise. Through this source, mass, energy, stars, galaxies, objects, and living beings were born. From it, infinite universes may unfold, each with its own rhythm and rules. Some grow like ours, filled with stars and life. Others move to different patterns of time, or exist in forms beyond our imagination.

The Source of the Origin is not distant—it flows through every particle, every atom, every galaxy. Each piece of matter, each living being, is bound to it, like droplets joined to the ocean. Even now, it continues to shape creation, weaving invisible threads through everything.

We are bound to space and time, moving within their flow, but the Source of the Origin exists beyond these limits. It does not obey the laws of physics, nor can it be measured by clocks or rulers. It is infinite yet intimate—lawless yet deeply connected to all that exists. Gravity, energy, even life itself may be gentle reflections of this unseen connection. Invisible threads stretch from the smallest particles to the largest galaxies, binding all things together. Nothing stands alone. Every being pulses with the Source, woven into a living cosmic fabric.

Science reveals what we can measure. But there is wonder beyond what we can see. To ignore the unseen is as limiting as to ignore the known. Perhaps wisdom lies in holding both truths—the facts we understand and the mysteries we can only feel.

Like the child who first asked a question, we too must dare to wonder. In that wonder, we glimpse the threads linking all things to the Source of the Origin—threads that flow through matter and light, through stars and hearts alike. A source that whispers across the infinite, holds all, and binds all. In its quiet, eternal presence, we are never separate, never alone, always part of the vast, endless tapestry of existence.

And yet… questions remain:

What lies beyond what we can measure?

Will we ever grasp the depth of the Source?

Is our universe only one expression of something greater—or a fleeting reflection of the eternal?

Are we, in our daily lives, feeling the pull of threads we cannot see?

Does the Source still shape creation even now?

Perhaps these questions have no answers—and perhaps that is where the wonder lives.

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