Every body and every thing is our imagination

I wrote this several years ago, long before I saw the 4th dimension was infinity, and we were 4-dimensional. Most of this is still relevant though, so I thought to share, but note that the first paragraphs pretty much mimic everything that's on Lucy's page for context to the logic of it all.

Before the beginning of the universe, there existed a single, bodiless, conscious, energy spirit that had always been, stretching back for infinity because we have no beginning. This entity existed because something physical can't exist, and nothing could never have existed (valid logic because something exists now, and something, anything, can't be made when there are no things with which to make it from).
The reason something can't exist is simple. The Point Paradox says there are an infinite set of dimensionless points (0 units x 0 units x 0 units) in a line segment, but if you sum even an infinite number of points, the length is still 0 units. It seems that distance, space and matter can't exist, only the imagination of a shared reality.
Either you see the truth in the Imagination Theory or you believe in a magical Angstrom unit, the smallest, non-zero-sized, building block of matter. Of course, this means an infinite set of points all refer to the same 3-dimensional, non-zero-sized object, though I haven't heard them say if this magical Angstrom unit is a sphere or a cube.
Similarly, if there were a big bang, the singularity would need to expand a dimensionless point at a time, and growing 0 units at a time, a physical universe could never come to be. This goes the same for an expansion of a blob of plasma some scientists are now saying just magically always existed.
My prediction of what I think is inevitable is that one day soon the living will learn how to have perfect health, eternal youth, infinite resources and land and a way to reconstitute the bodies of those who died. With no one lacking for anything, most problems would melt away.
With no one dying, or dead, more problems would fade. And with everyone able to defend themselves, no one could be used. With no one really dead, or gone forever, most thoughts of revenge would go away. And finally, with only good things happening, the holdouts would surely find peace as well.
Wouldn’t it be great to meet Lucy, find out what happened to Amelia, who J.B. Cooper was, maybe meet a plain, old preacherman named Jesus, and find out how they built the Giza Pyramid and Stonehenge.
And in the eternity to follow, everyone would reunite with everyone they ever knew and loved.