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Note: This is a Q&A thread, not a CRT. Any implications of any answers will still need to be discussed and fleshed out before they're finally put into a CRT or applied to profiles.
1. Seeing uncountably infinite dimensions as fiction (this quote is about the uncountably infinite dimensions, not the seeing them as fiction part):
2. Seeing the source of creation, which sees time as meaningless and space as a useless concept, as fiction:
If these wouldn't count for 1-A, why not?
1. Seeing uncountably infinite dimensions as fiction (this quote is about the uncountably infinite dimensions, not the seeing them as fiction part):
Unfortunately, the world is not dynamic. Everything's already over, I've already read it. All of this? It's just going through the motions. This is just a tiny subset of the world at large. I'd call it the 'real' word, but it's just as real as we are in here. The larger space that we're in… much larger, in fact, uncountably infinite expanses in uncountably infinite dimensions… we fill that space. And yet, here, we're discretised. Collapsed into words and nothing more, even if we're something so much greater. See, sometimes the infinite can be reduced to something simpler. Look here: ÔäÁ0 and ÔäÁ1 and ÔäÁ2 and so on. Simple, yes, but they can each contain the world. You can glimpse it, if you look hard enough. Just breathe in, breathe out. Think about infinity. Not just countable, but uncountable, and the dimension of it goes up into uncountability too. If you think you've really understood it, you aren't thinking hard enough. Sure, zoom past the pitstops. 5, 23, 3333. They're all beautiful, but so horrendously finite. Fly past it all and keep going and going. Minds have died wishing for a fraction of what I can see. So breathe slowly, and think about it. Really think about it, and the world seems like nothing. I hope you've been paying attention.'' | ||
~ Acidverse |
A brilliant technicolor thought-form exploded with fiery intensity, ecstatically vibrating and dancing within and without Itself. Dazzling rainbows weaved into and through one another, singing a perfect cacophony that reverberated through the Formless aether. It sang, sang, sang in discordance, disordered and unrestrained, untethered and free, freedom in Its timeless state, a state of chaos. The Prima Materia. Time was meaningless to Something that never began and would never end. Space was a useless concept to that which was All and encompassed All. It had simply Been. Eternal in the truest of senses.'' | ||