Infinity Work of Art

Simultaneously, the entire universe unfolds in scenes of breathtaking beauty. The light of grace touches every scene. The scenes are only there when observed, and they can be observed from infinite angles.

This “infinity beauty × infinity consciousness” is what my friend and mentor must mean when he uses the word detonate.

The limit of the function — the attempt to imagine infinite perspectives breaks away like rocket boosters on a ship breaking orbit.

Floating in space becomes total submission, abandonment of any last attempt to hold together body or mind. Eclipse of mind.

Is this peace, or ecstasy? Represented perfectly — this hybrid state — by the blooming flower spinning joyously in worship of Sun, while appearing still to outside eyes.

Paxtasis. A binding. Joy-yoked to Source.