Where mutually exclusive principles turn out to coexist as different pictorial values of the same cosmic paint
Where true and untrue fade into each other
Virtual and Real a matter of perspective and level
Stacked levels of layers of membranes being the brains of members
Where the onion is peeled to reveal nothing
Without essence or identity
Infinite and Unbound
Self finds itself by the illusion of tailbiting
The Gap between ought and naught
Spawning a plethora of parallel universes
Retrocausally linked to itself Life and death merely a point of view in a never ending game of Leela.
Image by Alex Grey.
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