In a world where moments stretch and fold like origami, we find the echoes of what once was, ruling over our now. The forward march we embrace is but the whispers of yesterday clutching at our sleeves.
Do you not hear it? Each note of existence, replaying in reverse, melody dripped with the essence of origins yet to be.
Life is an exposition—an excessive unraveling. Here lies the paradox, a tapestry shaped by fate's hand yet unraveling from the edge.
Knowledge is layered; peeling away reveals more than wisdom—it reveals microorganisms of thought, rampant and roaming in the wild expanse of consciousness.
Would you seek fellowship in the dissonance, the invisible spaces in between beats? Revenants of rationality loom large, unsettling the comfortable.
Say yes to the peculiar.
Further reflections on reality may lead you here: fractals.html or perhaps a journey into the void at whispers.html.