All of this — but a cascade of patterns iterated? Seems utterly meaningless. Where does that leave me? — And so it is, when you're attached to a particular finite viewpoint. Yes the world is a mere weaving of patterns, flowing like a vortex in a kaleidoscope. So too are you. But you break the mirror, you cease from reflecting, frame for yourself a little box of disconnected existence.
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