The sunlight that reaches the outermost edges, the peripheries of perception, is doubtlessly finite.
Yet, therein lies the paradox; therein lies the complexity, the exquisite complexity of a finite expanse.
This luminosity, this brilliance, is tanto of light that it encounters the infinite shadows, diminishing, diminishing always diminishing. A constant dance.
Yet, within this repetitive mechanism, one seeks the understanding, the comprehensive understanding.
The cyclical patterns of light are ever so, always so; these patterns reveal, they unveil, revealing an uncompromised revelation.
A revelation hidden within the ouroboros of solar luminescence, revealing the finite amid the expansive, the comprehensive finite.
The finite sunlight—forever such, forever transient, yet eternally constant.
Your contemplation leads you to wonder, leads you to grasp the elements of perception as reflected in: