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I see fragments speak to me; 

bits and pieces of fractal information, 

thrown across the barren wastelands of my inner sanctum. 

It is a world of flashing lights 

that effortlessly blink 

in and out of existence. 

They are not within time, 

as they are within the mind,

and the mind is not confined to time. 

I see the fragments, I know they are there, 

but I am unsure that they know that I am here. 

The fragments, when collected together, 

become mirrors that reflect light off each other, 

so as to form the illusion of an image—

like a spiderweb. 

Within the web, light is trapped 

and will fill in the empty spaces. 

There can never be nothing there, 

but will always turn out to be 

an extension of something else,

somewhere.

These are plot holes, which are meant to fill in the blanks. 

Whether it is the chicken or the egg is irrelevant 

when one chicken will lay dozens and dozens of eggs, 

and each egg will hatch to become a chicken that will also lay dozens of eggs. 

Much like the cycle of life, the cycle of the cosmos 

is in harmony with it all. 

One point creates potential.

Two points form a line.

Three points then create the first form. 

The first form projects light,

And from that the pyramid is formed.

The pattern then forms again,

and again, and again.

The same formula is used to create. 

In no direction would we escape 

from the line formation. 

When we broke from the line 

to create a curve, 

we separated from the line 

and became duality. 

The simple idea of moving 

from a line to a curve 

forced the potential from possible to probable. 

The probability manifested in the form of an existence

 that would follow my patterns, 

my movements. 

The illusion is possible because all is. 

Like a single thought, we may divulge into many illusions, 

some even upon others, 

and it is all possible 

because we have the possibility 

of imagining it to be so. 

It is not good, nor evil. There are no concepts of this 

beyond human perception. 

And with human perception, 

The wonders of the cosmos are hidden from them. 

We are meant to reach far beyond this, 

but we allow for all possibilities to be possible, 

and it will generate a generation 

specifically for the potential possibility

 in that moment of time,

when it comes. 

Animal is the greatest rival to Human, 

though both are of the illusion. 

All things are. 

Webs, or rather, connecting strings that are spun into existence, 

are spun so rapidly 

that one string becomes two, 

two becomes four, 

and so on. 

This is the formula for all things forthcoming. 

A Divine Code.