The universe. Many of us know what the universe is and what it consists of. But, how many of us have ever questioned why we call it the “universe”? The true meaning of the word is so profound that it unveils our true reason for being here and what our purpose is.
First, let’s break down the word universe into simpler terms. Uni, as we all know, refers to one. A uni-cycle has only one wheel. Unique means the only one of it’s kind. Unite means to make or become one. So, the uni in universe is referring to one of something.
The definition of verse is “writing in which words are arranged in a rhythmic pattern”. Verses are groups of lines forming units, which creates a poem. When you ask a person who rap’s to “spit a verse”, you are asking him or her to deliver a couple of lines of lyrical content in a rhythmic pattern. So in essence, our universe is a single line of poetry, or as I like to call it “God’s one poetic expression”.
This, to me, explains why everything in our universe coincides as one very organized body of matter and energy. Just the way that the universe seems to operate in a perfect order is very poetic to me. A poem is usually very organized and written in a particular style. Usually, there are four or five stanzas with four lines or verses in each stanza and each stanza would have it’s own identity. We have billions of stars and planets in our universe, yet we never hear of them colliding into each other. Each one has it’s own space and it’s own identity.
It is believed that our own planet is the only planet in our solar system equipped to sustain an abundance of life. It was created with us in mind. Everything on Earth works in a precise order to allow us, and all other life forms on this planet, to live in harmony with each other. Every life form on this planet knows its purpose, with the exception of mankind.
I truly believe that the Supreme Being created us to experience life in an array of different ways. When we are born, we are like a blank sheet of paper and as we go through life, each experience we encounter adds a line of poetry to that paper. As we age, we continue to write and re-write our poems until the day we die. We are literally poetry in motion. So I ask you to think about this, when it’s all done and you close your eyes while taking your last breath, what will your poem say?
– Jah Soul
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