The theory is this: Divine Boredom. To have all is to want nothing and vice versa. Nothing being something, you understand. The universe was at one time “one”. A single being. All was loneliness. Omnipotence is nothing if no one to oversee. Correct? And then the great “It” was split. Became two. Like heaven and hell or tropic and arctic. The two: four, the four: eight. And so on. Where does it stop? When the one, which is the many, has the experience of the without from within. A true sense of the self. The divine self. The self that can only self-know by becoming the outside force. You see?
