Within the infinite.
A mandelbrot expansion or understanding of what must interplay within reason for balance of all spheres over a sphere. Or upon a plateau.
To quote Camus, the plague, “Oran is grafted on to a unique landscape, in the centre of a bare plateau, ringed…”
When the Oxygen of the atmosphere first ran, to then ring into a different expansion than another for homeostasis. To become a visible plane of elemental differentiation for hominin eye, rather than just clouds in the sky.
As Heidegger examined, we are but being towards death, dasein, born as many yet dying as one. To reverse such a philosphy as the modern epoch demands. To collectively fuel with human life a trajectory as a strategy, sees reason in being sent to the curb in exchange for a half blind eye.
For we are born on a horizon of infinites, always something beautiful in that finite view, regardless of predetermined “fate or fortune” in this data driven age. And hominin with an ongoing need of more, not complacency of natural order, drive energy into a controlled contraction. A fraction of what unification could be. Never contributing to the beauty of love within order. For an ongoing induced depravity of defining self to never know a sustainable border.
For infinite but finite art of friction is a mandebrot interplay without physical infrastructure nor software architecture defining thee.
Ay there is the rub.
The real metaphysical.
Then there is the HFC you all put in an aircon unit or tv.
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