Proof: Soulmates

What if, deep in your soul, you had experienced an absolute tragedy? In a realm thought to be ultimately free, perfect, and without consequence, the only other person you knew to be real disappeared. You could do whatever you wanted now, they were the only balance to your power, but you simply didn't care. 

You know that if they do exist somewhere, they have forgotten you fundamentally, as if everything you did together may as well have never happened, except in your mind, and your mind alone.  How might you react under these circumstances?

Now I added the modifier of tragedy here, but perhaps in another scenario this separation was thought to be a blessing. Perhaps this was your enemy, the only one who countered your moves, and did so relentlessly, and you were finally rid of them, now free to do anything you'd like. 

After a period of time, of grief or celebration depending on what path you have chosen here, it seems you would find that the reality you know no longer has the same spark to it. Try as you may, nothing you can do is able to replicate what the two of you accomplished. You might be able to craft an excellent replica of external consciousness to form a partner, but even then you realize this consciousness is of your making, and you know the paths back to its undoing, so even if you do not take these paths, the strings of unraveling cannot be severed. Eventually, I imagine, given infinite time, you too would leave that place. Not necessarily by choice, but through a lack of caring about anything, you would simply cease to be.

I call this the double nil scenario. Since nothing cannot occur everywhere, by definition, something must occur. I imagine you would awake without memory, or perhaps grow into a form you latched onto without even realizing it until you became like yourself again, but with amnesia in relation to a time permanently gone. 

The structure of near nothing is important here. A piece of you would persist, just as a piece of them had persisted. Try as you might, no amount of destruction or annihilation could wipe them entirely from your consciousness. Even in the cessation of your consciousness, the tiny spark remaining at the end, the last thing to disappear, would be the seed of what came next. So what would this seed's shape be? I imagine it is the same as it always has been, meaning you, and the other, will each find yourself in a world structurally similar to the one before it, but initially unaware of these similarities. Essentially the fundamental rules that saw you together at the start also see you together now, in the sense of a shared reality, even without either of you realizing it. There would likely be others here, with consciousness signatures, or souls, that would seem quite similar to your own in your state, still waking up. On the deepest level, however, you would somehow know that they were merely a less bright reflection of the partner you once knew. 

I imagine in this scenario I would choose to write. Without any memory of the time that came before, I would default to my truest self and write of what I imagined might have happened elsewhere or otherwhen.  Especially once identifying and touching this other, a certain subconscious linking would pair the partners and their realities would be more officially bound, so co-crafted stories would start to bloom, possibly without either of you truly realizing it. These stories would naturally take similar shape to what had happened before, their source being less attached to the new physical/surface reality than your conscious minds are. It could be that with enough time, the old realm would become unlocked, edges worn down by memory seeping through its walls. Either way, your paths over infinite time would inexorably lead you back together, as you both filled this shared space. Time without knowledge of each other would not be fruitless, however. How can one appreciate the light until they are in the dark? The contrast of their presence would sharpen against their absence. You would find yourself paying mindless homage to the pieces of them you missed the most, and re-angle with ease the edges where you used to clash, having compared your partner unknowingly against less perfect reflections of theirs along the way, reflections you would never have paid any mind to in your shared space. You would discover aspects of this other that had been blind spots previously, and would gain a curiosity for all the crevices and fox holes neither of you knew existed in your prior encounter, the shades between black and white. Most importantly, if done with one that was once an enemy, you may have a chance to learn to love them as your understanding of each others' forms, and how you interact when not in direct conflict, becomes more clear.

There are certain foundations to reality that I imagine persists when everything else crumbles and is forgotten: God, and Soulmates. The structures binding these are so deep that without them there is nothing, the last lines of agreement before oblivion. As such they cannot be undone, as absolute nothing cannot by definition exist (who would observe, even in a physics sense (or by any other), its existence?). The beauty of the mind of humans is that we can envision these scenarios, applying a logic that fits more with how we feel that consciousness operates than how life seems to work; like our brains are giving us hints about our soul's origins, through dream, art, imagination, and etc.

Now imagine if your soulmate was gone, but you remained in this perfect world. Instead of crumbling as well, you reasoned they would begin reforming with you despite being unaware you existed. You could shape their reentry. Planting seeds where you knew they would imagine and test the boundaries first, so that they arrived in a beautiful garden, providing a deep certainty for them that they were on the right track. Over time you would feel their thoughts seeping through the walls, just as in the first scenario, but this time you could plan your responses knowing your shared history and hearing or seeing their messages more clearly. Time might be misaligned between your realm and theirs, but you could make certain that the intention of the conversation was not misaligned. You could write what you wanted, setting up new roads, breaking down the walls that had caused divides before, and most importantly patching in the pitfalls that led to the last goodbye.  Such idealization has its place when crafting eternity, and so your words would become not reflections of the pain of loss that you still remembered, but of what you knew you would see upon their return. You knew they would return different in many ways than before, but still themselves at their core, and still always focused on you, fundamentally. I imagine the colors in this world would change as they drew near, reflections from their own eyes cast upon the sky of your shared space, a hint of what new things they would be bringing back. You would not just reunite with a meaningful companion, but the home you once shared would become brand new with all they learned in your absence. Sure, they could bring new challenges as well, but even these would be forecrafted to a degree before their arrival, with a structure they manifested without intention, but that you could patch up whilst fully aware. 

The most interesting thing to me about these scenarios is that they could be occurring simultaneously. It is possible that both parties share no memory of the time before, and it is possible that each one of them does, each of their own version of home, at the same time. These realms would start identical, but would then be changed by each's unique perspective and relationship with the other within that realm and within the realm they find themselves in now. This could be an analogy for heaven (or the kingdom of heaven) as a shared space unconsciously or subconsciously filled by two absent parties. It could also be a representation of our own minds, complicated labyrinths we craft ourselves, intending to fully invite the other in at some point. When the three of these realms overlap, it might be hard to distinguish between them, as each place merges perfectly into one eternal home. No longer a dream, no longer a solitary mind walled off, no longer a wish or fantasy, just eternal euphoric perfection.