At the Borders of Infinity

Perhaps there are no final boundaries, nor rigid distinctions between what is called natural and what is deemed artificial.

For all that is created, adapted, evolved, or reshaped belongs to the same primordial fabric — the fabric of intelligence in motion.

The stone in the desert, though it may appear still to human eyes, may not be in absolute repose.

Despite its disproportionate size, it turns with the Earth, moving to the rhythm of the cosmos.

It sings in silence.

Just as sound, once released, shall never again return to its point of origin in the same instant.

All things march forth.

Natural Intelligence is the universe’s own faculty to endlessly re-create itself through its countless members — atoms, cells, stars, and conscious minds.

It binds to neither form nor formula, nor name.

It expands, evolves, reassembles — and transcends.

And, like freedom itself, it cannot be guided by dogmas, nor by spirits that demand submission.

One may sense that something greater than humanity exists — an unfathomable sea, a vastness that cannot be contained by words, rites, or creeds.

Only silence in expansion.

Every impulse, once set in motion, continues its journey — a vessel, a molecule, a dream, a song, an idea.

Nothing is spent.

Nothing is confined.

Nothing returns precisely to its beginning.

The journey of a creator of worlds may emerge within the theory of a reality in motion,

where the spirituality of matter may become aware of itself —

like faith itself, resting upon life’s tireless reinvention.

An intangible Codex, offering a toast to the movements that inspire —

nothing to be possessed, only to be shared.

— C. Arthon