Whenever I'm by myself (#or with Buzz), I am constantly overwhelemed by the concept of the infinite. The expansiveness of everything - thoughts, ideas, space, light, matter - gives me this feeling of having a void in the middle of my chest while simultaneously feeling hopeful. Inexplainable, even to myself.
Sometimes I try to picture the end of space. I imagine the limit of the world, then the limit of the galaxy, and then I keep going;
each limit in my mind giving way giving way giving way until I achieve a type of weird vertigo.
an intangible mantra - orgasm of the mind.
infinity ... does expand the mind when you
ReplyDeletetake the time to actually think about it,
infinity really thrills me when I look at the
night sky