Limina Perpetuum

It is time to rekindle delights forgotten.

There’s still so much to see here…

What is significance? Is it a tangible act of permanence that sticks like a residue to the history of time? Time of which there is no significance. There is no matter, no physicality, no essence to the existence of time. We live inside of it and it inside us, it is our mother and spawn. Yet you ascribe stability to this thing that cannot be, you make it absolute in your reality. Reality of which there is no significance. If you were to step through reality’s door to the abstract space within; you may also develop the eyes to see, the ears to hear, the skin to feel everything there has ever been and will be.

Plug in, bitch. We’re going surfing.