Okay…In response to those who are concerned about the Scarlet Point Theology stating that Creation is Christ Himself…I put together a little story to illustrate the Universe’s intimate connection to Christ’s broken body, without actually being Christ in the strictest sense.

The reading may sound a little strange in some places. This is because poor little Cross Stick has no concept of up and down. Only left-to-right and front-to-back.

At the end, I will provide a little help in case you don’t see how this addresses the question of whether SPT considers Creation to be the actual body of Christ.

Hi. My name is Cross Stick. I live in a two dimensional Universe called Flat Land.
My world is very simple and I am composed of two sticks, each extending into the two dimensions of my world. This makes me look like a cross. Not bad. I kinda like myself.
For years I read in our Holy Book that I was not self-existent rather there was a Being who moment by moment gave me existence. I often pondered how this worked.
One day, as I was taking a slide on a lazy afternoon, I came along an old cross called Mr. Science. He invited me in for a line of coffee. Soon we got to talking about Flat Land, sticks and other such lines.
We angled around some trivial observations and then we began an earnest conversation about origins. He let me know in a hurry that he don’t believe in such non-sense as there being a Super Stick somewhere that makes us exist moment by moment.
After a while he gets over….stretches and yawns…then motions for me to slide over to a strange apparatus.
He then tells me to peer into a tiny hole in a line. The sight in there was like nothing I ever seen. Then Mr. Science tells me to watch very carefully as he turns up the power on the machine. I could not make sense of the stuff I was seeing so I slid my eye away from the hole and asked Mr. Science what this was.
Mr Science edged against the line. “Cross Stick, this is why I don’t believe in Super Stick. What you are seeing inside that hole is the Third Dimension.”
I gasped. I had never heard of an other dimension. How could there be more dimensions than left-to-right and front-to-back?
Mr. Science edged from the line and told me to look into the hole again. As I was peering into it, he turned the power way up. Soon I saw a tiny bright dot in the distance. “What’s that tiny bright dot I see?” I asked.
“Oh”, said Mr. Science, “watch it while I really turn the power up. See all those lines, curves and crosses on the surface of that bright sphere?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never seen a sphere before. They’re not even possible in our world, or so I thought. I removed my eye from the hole and looked at Mr. Science. “What is that bright sphere?”
Mr. Science slid over closer to me. “That’s a Sphere of infinite energy. The surface of the sphere is fractured with those lines, curves and crosses. The radiant energy shines through the broken surface of that Sphere and projects through three-dimensional space onto our two dimensional Flat Land. The glowing lines and crosses that make up our two-dimensional Flat Land are actually a continual projection from that broken sphere onto our world.
Unbelievable! I screeched out the door and slid home lickety-split. I pulled the old Holy Book over and started reading about Super Stick as fast as I could. Is it possible that Mr. Science had found Super Stick?

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Notice how Cross Stick himself consisted of the pattern of energy emanating from the broken Sphere. And yet, Cross Stick’s world was not the broken Sphere itself rather it consisted of the Sphere’s broken patterns and projected substance.