Everything around you is finite.
A cup has an edge – how else will you understand the finality of the last drop. The stage you can see, hear, touch and smell if needed. You can recognise colours, smell perfumes, distinguish fabrics, and feel the temperature. You must accept them as they are. They are finite.
The screen you can only see and hear.
Visions are appointed by colours and figures; supported by sound.
You must accept them as they are. They are finite.
You can’t comprehend the infinity of space.
Please, close your eyes. I’ll give you a word.
Record what you see at this very moment when you hear it.
The word is: green.
What did you recognise? Green as a forest? Green as a traffic light or a football stadium? Probably not.
Probably some different green, your personal one.
If I had pointed at my green shirt and said that this is green,
I would have created a definition and a regulation.
But now your Infinite Green is incarnated.
I’ll give you a sound. Where is it? When it appears, it immerses … and embodies you.
You are identical but free to create a body and a meaning to this sound,
accepting only your own imagination.
And suddenly – I am you.
I coded my message into this sound, movement or thought when I created it.
I embodied you as there is no confrontation between you and your imagination.
Disembodiment in my selfless research becomes impossible. Mobility as immobility. Oneness.