I had a psychedelic experience in which I perceived the universe as recursive: contained entirely by its constituents, the smallest fermion carrying within its confines the whole of everything. Of course, this leads to a tremendous flux, as the universe within strives to escape into itself contained.
When two particles join, their existential essence, the drive to expand to encompass everything that is also within, combines, and remains together with the joined order until the order is broken, at which point the combined essence moves on and merges into some other ordered group.
Hence, the essences continue to combine with others in ordered conditions, and may remain with the ordering for picoseconds, for many Alautuns or for some intermediate interval. The thing that some call “soul” is this existential essence, bound to our ordered state, and when we come to disorder, the essence will move along to recombine and expand.
Eventually, the last two expansive essences in the universe will lose their respective ordered hosts and join together to form the spirit of the Og-like entity, “briefly” encompassing the entire order of everything, to then cross the manifold boundary of recursion and continue its outward journey into itself.
That is the kind of deity I could appreciate. Though, the conflict in this metaphysic arises from the premise that saving a life is of uncertain value, because the life one is saving could reflect an essence that is urgently seeking to break its order so that it can expand toward the infinite recursive prize.
I wish I could remember what the stuff was and who I got it from.