Hello beautiful people! The first thing everyone should ask themselves today is "Who am I?" "What am I?" must be. It must be going inside and finding our true self, our light. Which of us know our purpose? These days I always ask myself that who am I? My name is Emel! But who is this Emel? I have a body, and there is a light shining inside me ... I am trying to find my light.

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What am I in this universe? When I question myself, I look at one of my fingers. When I realize that I cannot even paint a picture with thousands of details about the shape of a single finger, I will compare how incapable humans are despite this technological superiority.
We all know that the developments created by humans are achieved by solving the workings of the mysteries that exist in the universe. From this point of view, by understanding enough the functions of the lizards, whose tails have been cut off, in the ability to regenerate their tails, we will perhaps be able to regenerate our deformed, deformed or severed organs. In this way, perhaps, we will be able to regenerate our broken hearts, our lungs that we rot with nicotine, etc. But still, this will be by creating a change in the functions of the existing possibilities given to us. As a result, we will not be able to produce a gene that does not exist, we will remind created genes or we will have taught them to do an action that other living things do not forget.


Maybe we may still not be able to make a one-to-one picture of our fingers, but it seems probable to succeed in producing a new finger for our genes in our fingers.
I think that man is sent into the universe as an actress of the divine mind, to whom God has given us a small amount. In this sense, I realize that the purpose of man is to apply the creative dimension of God on matter by solving and understanding the mysteries in nature. Thus, we carry the functions in living things onto matter.

After all, isn't the most important function that man performs in the universe is to transfer the motion and composition properties of living things to substances. Isn't our civilization process the story of creating alloys by combining substances with substances, and turning the talents acquired from these alloys into machines with human purpose behavior? As a result, we apply the movement inspiration we get from our fingers, arms and feet to the machines and give them actions specific to living beings.

Or, we combine materials with other materials, fuse them, shape them and give the material a new dimension and new usage properties.

The speed of light, the fastest known matter, is three hundred thousand kilometers per second. It takes millions or billions of years to move from one star to another at this speed. Are there any extraterrestrials in the Aceba universe that drive vehicles traveling at a speed of three million km per second or can reach this speed?
Have these creatures in the extraterrestrial life also reached the ability to reach our speed and reach their own speed? (Otherwise, interstellar travel is not possible in the universe. Matter that reaches the speed of light breaks down into molecules and turns into energy. For these beings, who should have succeeded in transforming into light and energy from matter, and into matter again from light, time, that is, their lifespan, is still a huge it will be a problem.

Aceba dying and being born is something like this?

Who am I really? I am one of the roughly seven billion human particles living on this earth that remains like a speck in the orbit of the Sun, a tiny star in nearly a hundred billion stars in the milky way. God, what a small being I am when I compare not with this universe but with this world. God, what an insignificant creature I am in this universe!

But I also know this. Inside me too, it's wide like a universe. Uncountable tissue in my thousands of organs; I have countless cells, molecules, countless genes in these cells and my organs. In my body, trillions of white blood cells, red blood cells, microbes, parasites, enzymes, sperm ... live and die. I have no idea of ​​their births, deaths or lifestyle changes.

How insignificant I am and how important I am to those inside of me. My death will be a minor apocalypse for both me and all the galaxies, stars, planet lands and creatures within me.

Actually; Is the death of my body, the death of my mind, my soul seed, my knowledge of consciousness?
Why does our inner voice always say that we should live after death?
When I look at my son, it is as if I have seen my father of mercy with his body structure, behavior and even facial expressions. When my aceba father looked at me, did he see my grandfather?

Is dying and being born in Aceba something like this? Who am I? Which one am I born and dying?

Stay with love and light! 


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