the world is in the process of becoming god
transient pieces of sentience wander through the miasma of existence
and depart understanding nothing
this is the state of chaos // fracturing // perplexity
light through wood beams at a pier
sand white with heat
sentience is not a closed circle
the subject is constructed through aperture, the opening of perception, a conjoining of self with world
in this process the other is not severed from the self, but encompassed within it
one becomes the negation of oneself // an infinite regress // a dialectic
when negation reaches totality god will finally come into being
history will end
and the world will die.