In the realm of mechanical thought, where cogs and gears intertwine with the essence of time, lies an ephemeral vision. Such visions are not mere illusions, but precise manifestations of a clockwork mind's whims.
Let us consider the mechanism of thought as a grand clock:
"To every tick, a thought; to every tock, its echo."
This recursive spiral, where moments cyclically bind, reveals both the transient and the perpetual.
Consider the implications of an infinity constrained by precision: where the clockwork of cognition resolves its riddles, yet remains bound to the linearity of its constructs.
Thus, in this ephemeral vision, what is seen is both tangible and elusive, a mirage of mechanical reason whispered by the clock's unyielding hands.