Has it ever struck you that each world has a God of its own?
The center forward on the football ground;
The star opener on the cricket pitch;
The corporate shark in boardrooms;
and blasphemous though it may sound, but yes, me within my bubble with the vacuum of feelings around…
It really doesn’t fail to astound me when I am faced with the exceedingly decadent levels of depravity certain individuals can stoop down to; which becomes all the more disturbing when I fail to unravel any possible end they could attempt to fulfill in their lives.
There are circles of which you form a part, during certain passages of your life; the rest of those circles being composed by certain other individuals, each an infinitesimal point in that circle; and following any such actions as mentioned above, you feel as if the point which is you, moves out of that circle to level above or below it; conversely, it could be the circle too which makes the movement so that you fall out; but then does any other point move in manner so relative that it fills up that void, for the circle surely remains complete.
Consider this: there is a point in three-dimensional space which is composed entirely of many more such points; the orientation of the point is subjective, of course; each point is assumed to be infinitesimally similar which is the ideal physical assumption, however, that is not the case as each point exercises on its own to grow to a size larger than the ones around it, but then that takes us to a different planar situation altogether which I think I will leave for a different occasion; each point is oriented in a manner which composes itself to be part of an infinite number of circles constructed in that three dimensional space; that is how we are placed in this singular infinity.
There are some circles you can never be a part of…