Infinite and finite, unknown and known. Unknown? A strange idea, evil and blessing, a mystifying situation, more questions than answers!
When we try to round off something unknown, slipping from our grasp, it melts away under our feet, leaving a touch of light. Enlightenment?
Have you ever seen a man warping time and space? Just illusion, any truth!
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Our infinity, spiritual infinity; all else a play of thought! ... you become so spiritual in this poem. this is one of your best poems dear poet. tony