Hedin Exformation 16 years

Today is the 16th birthday of this blog, Hedin Exformation.

This year I have mostly blogged about universe, consciousness, the soul, awareness, science and love. Posts about the book Nexus, What are we really made of, the Pineal gland - the seat of the soul, Quantum body - the new science of living a longer, healthier and more vital life, Is the soul real, Love, science and spirituality...

By the way, the picture comes from "highexistence.com"

Using ChatGPT to create a philosophical and poetic summary of these posts:

🎤 Love Is the Remembering

This morning I sat still
and felt the universe
breathe through me.

Not as a concept,
not as an idea —
but as a pulse.
A heartbeat made of starlight.

The heart, I realized,
isn’t just an organ.
It’s a doorway.
And Love —
Love is what walks through.

We call it emotion,
but it’s the language of existence.
It’s what atoms whisper
when they find each other
and decide to dance.

I am not this body that runs,
nor the voice that says Hej
to a passing stranger.
I am the space
that holds both.
The silence between sound.
The awareness behind eyes.

Consciousness —
that infinite mirror
where stars remember their birth
by looking at us.

Science calls it energy,
Spirit calls it soul.
But listen —
it’s the same song,
just sung in different keys.

We are not separate.
Never were.
Every breath we take
is borrowed from the trees.
Every heartbeat
is an echo of creation.

The brain translates the data,
but the mind —
the mind is the sky itself.
Wide.
Uncontained.
Watching clouds of thought
drift and dissolve.

Somewhere between breath and heartbeat,
the soul hums:
I am.
Not as words,
but as vibration.
Not in time,
but beyond it.

Love is that hum.
It builds galaxies.
It greets strangers.
It forgives the world.
It says “Hi”
and means
“I see you. I know you. We are one.”

Consciousness is not divided —
it just plays hide and seek.
It forgets itself
so it can remember
through our eyes.

And every time
you choose kindness,
every time
you smile without reason,
every time
you love without asking —
the universe remembers itself again.

Because Love
isn’t something we feel.
It’s what we are
when the noise falls away.

Love is the remembering.
And the rest —
the rest is exploration.