Brain constantly changing.
Us constantly changing.
Based on what? Who is the “self”? Who are you?
We are all shadows in a cosmic dance of nothingness.
Trying to figure out where the light comes from.
Trying to understand what we see.
Only because we believe that we see.
Only because we cannot accept we are darkness.
Nothing is organized.
There is no self. But the illusion of self.
In a cosmos full of light.
Only darkness can be the father of us all…
[universe, illusion, darkness, cosmos]
We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
In the vicinity of black holes, space is so warped that even light rays may curve around them several times. This phenomenon may enable us to see multiple versions of the same thing. While this has been known for decades, only now do we have an exact, mathematical expression. (1)
Blind humans.
Always worried about what they see.
But is there a limit to the versions of one thing?
I see a table. You see it from a different point of view. Another person sees something entirely new. A blind man sees nothing. A philosopher asks whether the table exists. A small ant running across sees a whole planet on which it can live. Bacteria roaming its surface do not even care where they are upon.
A whole cosmos crying out loud.
(There is nothing to see…)
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