At the Aphelion of a Life-line
Concentric Rinds, xylograph from 1953 by M.C. Escher A step… becomes an eternity. Endless thoughts, swept away… Under the frozen and decrepit earth, I am lost… Amidst lifeless and senseless between these grey peaks, I am reborn… going backwards towards my own… transgressions… reaching a divine coalescence at the crossroads of the sidereal with the ethereal. The absolute is morphed in relativism, Everything’s just parallels and spirals.