â„–18142007[Quote]
>The Seam Of Totality watches the imaginary plane like a figment of heretical absolution. How wrong we were to estimate that desolate, impressive frame of such, the totality structure. Thinking we were able to complete everything. Our goals toward the infinite, when in reality we had just started the journey through the smallest portion, the infinitesimal of a construct so large,so illogical, that if we we're to climb it, reach the end of the terrifying overhang from the world of what we understood, we would be given any moment of bliss until we realized the depth of the situation; the enormous monolioth was a blade on grass in comparison to the next one, over and over,in repetition until we lose our minds comphrending the scale that comes before us