Infinity 3 – More of the same
I was twenty one and thought I knew it all. Every day was a new discovery. Everything excited me. It was revelation after revelation.
A vacuum teemed with energy. Matter was solid merely because of a force-field. There was no such thing as solid. When atoms were taken apart they were merely energy. Nothing we saw was really how it was. It was as if we were trapped between two infinite worlds – the macrocosm and microcosm. We could not really see either.
Did infinity exist before nothing was invented?
Was this the mystical element from which the universe was formed?
Are there more infinities?
It’s all semantics and words lie – they lie in infinite nothing.
Infinity 3 – More of the same
I am the emptiness of space.
I am the illusion of finity.
I am the final truth of solids.
I am the destroyer of space.
Through me the senses are betrayed.
I am what the poet sees.
I am that which remains unknown.
I am the ceaseless being.
I am the answer that never alters.
I am the teeming richness of complete vacuum.
In me all words lie.
Opher 1970