Updated: Apr 7, 2020
One jot is made of measure in mind – dimensionality. Measure in mind, alongside its dimensionality compared to the resolution amidst all possibility for it; is truth – such is the reality of not yet being. What may, but is not, is that – laam meem. One such as that; alif laam meem – is I. It is the substance of all eternity.
Together it is what persists around us. We may all take our stand within which that may be. Then by the blessing of Allah – so it is. For He; and only He – holds the act of balance in its resolution. It is the knowing of Allah, with which He shares His glory. He is God. Only beside Him am I worthy. Whatever he deems of me, I am – not because he deems it so, but because I do; for he is forever benevolent and I am grateful in His mercy such as it.
Iota is the pertaining of wit to any given moment. We can always take what does not exist with three equal parts of its non-existence, while deeming it no different, to promote it with value before God. With wit in our regard, as wherein the pertaining prevails, the moment entangles to the trinity with the blessing of God.
It is the simplicity of a wish fulfilled. Any essence can be as simple as grammar between three words. Infinitely pertained to each other they are the Holy trinity. No single one religion can entail the complexity of God. No complexity can suppose the simplicity of God. There is no middle ground.
The Holy trinity is how God mediates benevolence. In no way does God hinge on it. Benevolence is how God mediates patience. In no way does God need to be patient. God is true enough to decide whichever underlying reality dictates the measure in which benevolence operates; so that true enough is only the wit with which the patience gains traction in your fervor. In no way is that mercy yours without Him. There is no Love, no Christ, nor Spirit; without it. None of which He owes. Neither which He could refuse. This is what we are to each other.
He could as he may. There was no decision between us - only destiny. Refusing would have meant demise; but it would never have ceased destiny. To it we could have gone, but never away from it, for it is the end in which it all begun. He remained forever, never having refused - with us all in between to the avail of eternal demise. Never having made it there before our composure of it was done; it was what it always would have been - never come and never gone. We have all always been. To its composure we can always prevail in whichever order; jotting down any wish before God.
This is why imagination is important. It is in the imagination we will live, between here and God. There are no boundaries - not even between existence and non-existence. It's all the same to where we are going. To its composure we are either way. Let that be your imagination - your all. Take it from someone who never was, to never have been and never will be; to always have been, forever were and eternally be. It never mattered to me. The most prevalent reason to always care. It was always worth it.