variations on a theme

so, she wondered, what if the figure were complete? would this be the final link to eternity, the connection that turned the body's series of panarchical infinity symbols into a sort of code, an easter-egg key, to forever? should it be the same material? the same date?

how best to approach exposing the body as vessel?

and so it ends

At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD. He did not hesitate. He opened the door and walked through.

Infinity is apparently context-sensitive. I always thought that maybe infinity escaped the laws of construction, that infinity was really infinite. Apparently, though, it depends what you are measuring. The distance from one to two is one kind of infinity, the number of whole numbers is another; each universe, even those the size of a goldfish, is infinitely finite, contained within something larger to define its borders. So, yeah, infinity could be the end of the world, or the end of a pencil. The question is, where do you go when you fall from its borders?

Everything is everything.