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Sooo....

When you only think in yourself the mobius strip looks infinite to you.

When you do not know your framing you mistake your own finitenitess for infinity

When in shame or guilt it bears with it the opposite for bothering to muse at it.

Responsibility is wha tyou return to when you recognize your passage through it.

Unfortunately, since there are infinite ways to arrive in this manner, I only found the ones by which I find I have to arrive within time and again, whatever that is.

Living forever, outlasting ego death.  Dying twice in this corporeal lifetime.  Ego death (remembrance), and physical mortality (passage).

Life is not just how you see it (one thing, stable, fixed).  My point.  Mind you, let's have fun.

Life is also not life and death.  A line segment, if you will.

It is not just expansion and contraction, that's a light switch.

It is not just breathing in and breathing out, that's a spectrum there, my honey bees.

In fact, you could spectrum that spectrum and consider the infinity at each point along by which takes place between them.

The in breath, the arrival.  Need one say more?  Maybe.  Please hold.

The hold, the platitude of experience as one that is infinitely capable of its next on basis of appeal of circulating proof in presence.

The out breath, laid bare in its drop and descent, hollow

The hold