For all the pride and opinionated arguments that color our existence and inspire our sense of an independent individuality, nothing dilutes the ego like a perspective of the stars - the floating Infinite Continuum. Gazing into our origins we see our Selves dissolve in the ultimate reflection of the humbling impermanence. Eternity seems to be the only evidence for our immediate experience. A profound truth seems to linger at the edge of this realization. It is almost as if we are about to engage in some sort of a communication with this mercurial dimension. Trying to hold on to this noetic configuration is like attempting to grasp and hold the ocean. Metaphors seem to tantalize the mind at the horizon of such linguistic, mathematical allusions. It all gives the impression of some kind of a pun - intended for fun. And for its ratiocination, poetry appears to be just as effective as an Equation.
Perspectives from the Intersections of Science, Art, and Philosophy.
