"And man must wander through a tangled wood of symbols watching him through friendly eyes."
Imagine an infinitely large piece of saran wrap, and imagine covering each object in the entire universe with it.
The ultimate meaning and destiny of the universe is like that. Coated in a strange layer of abstractions that we neither see nor understand. Every once in a while we catch a glimpse of the folds, where the layer has wrinkled and we see it because it is reflecting something. It reflects our inner glow back at us, and then it loops.
Each object, each physical manifestation of an idea, is little more than a metaphor for the metastasis of that object. For the higher reality of abstraction.
The ultimate meaning and destiny of the universe is like that. Coated in a strange layer of abstractions that we neither see nor understand. Every once in a while we catch a glimpse of the folds, where the layer has wrinkled and we see it because it is reflecting something. It reflects our inner glow back at us, and then it loops.
Each object, each physical manifestation of an idea, is little more than a metaphor for the metastasis of that object. For the higher reality of abstraction.