Some would say that there are no absolutes, but I say that there are several. And we are fast approaching them. But the Infinite has placed us in an infinite universe, and in an infinte space, an absolute cannot be a place, but has to be a direction. Even a black holes is imagined by most to be a hole that leads to some other place. Absolute zero is defined as the temperature at which no molecular movement is possible, but even 0º Kelvin may not be the lowest temperature, but simply the lowest temperature we can measure. How can we define a temperature where there is less that zero molecular movement, or how can we define a place where all matter and energy go to when they simply cease to exist? If a black hole is a doorway into another universe, then beyond 0º Kelvin is the same door.
Imagine a grid where you draw a line and say, “This is the ultimate West.” Could you not draw a line, one step over, which is even further West? Draw another line, even further West. Where is Absolute in this? Now draw a ray, pointing West, perpendicular to the other lines. Here is your Absolute. And place a little sign: “In this direction lies Infinite West.”
Enter the Celtic knot of Trinity, each end interwoven with the other in a self-subsisting ebb and flow of sacrifice. Each end lives for the other, yet which end is the beginning? Here is a weave that locks your eyes and holds your mind transfixed, drawing you into a sacrificial existence for the One True God. From this perspective, Trinity has no point or focus outside itself. His purpose fulfils His own existence; He is there to be Himself: complete, utterly Whole. But twist the diagram a little and see how Trinity views Himself. You find you’ve been looking from a distance at a cross-section of a thread that goes on forever. A little sign stands by: “In this direction lies Infinite Good.”
What is Holy? He is both the path and the promise. There, just beyond the second bend lies the point you thought you couldn’t quite see beyond. And even though, from this vantage, you can see it, you know you have no measure for the world that lies beyond. Looking just before that point, you seem to hear a voice: “If I am lifted up, I will draw all men unto me.” You are gazing down the certain course into a black hole.
You are drifting in a very lucky place. From where you stand, your course is not yet set. You can choose. You must either head towards that door into the other world, and pass through that point where you must die a kind of death, and every part of you that is not bound for that world will be torn from you and flung as far from you as East is from this very definite West. And beyond that point I cannot imagine. Or, you must run as far from that thread as possible, until you reach that condition which plays “Absolute Zero” to this “Black Hole.” Another kind of door into that same world, where you die a different kind of death and become so frozen that not even the most miniscule change is possible. And beyond that point, again, I cannot imagine.
You have some time, but one thing is certain:
You        Must       Choose.