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Nothing that relies on Life’s perceptions is real, save Life itself.
Mind is another matter entirely.
Mind permeates everything; gives rise to all. Our Self is real, not because we sense it (we do not), but because we have a share of that Mind that is its origin, mode, and object. Our portion of Mind is our Life.
These things are real: Space, infinite in extent and dimension; Force and Mass, infinite in quantity and in diverse qualities; Structure.
All are effected entirely by Mind.
Only one thing is not real: Time. Decay and death are thus cheated of their rewards; shown for the phantoms they are.
There are no Endings, no Beginnings.
There is no Change.
Life’s perceptions deceive in exactly this regard.
Reality is infinite.
In this infinite Reality all things are not only possible, they are inevitable.
Somewhere, the figures that have danced here for you exist. Beyond these word-caged lies, lie places where they live and move and have their being. Not just once, but many, many times.
This is what Infinity means.
“The future is a guess,
The past is a lie,
The present is burning fuse.”— Tρις Και Δεκα[1]
[1] Tris Kai Deka
— Glyph, Toronto,
Wychwood, Podunk,
Innsmouth, Bellona
— Mar 2011 – Sep 2026
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