What you can expect from my posts: Wisdom(?); trainwreck stories from my life (often where said wisdom comes from—one hopes); mostly impeccable, yet still conversational grammar of a highbrow nature, delivered in a fashion attempting to avoid condescension; subtle & not-so-subtle humor; an avoidance of articles that are clickbait/in list format; irony; weird life events, like what I experienced the few times that I've died, plus about a million more, shared simply for the sake of sharing, as I know many people choose to avoid the lifestyles/choices I've chased, often for no other reason than pure experience; truth, with as little exaggeration as I can manage, given memory's fluid nature; fiction, either for the sake of a great story or my need to process a certain emotion; run-on sentences; a shifting, growing perspective of an abnormal brain; distraction; addiction; my ideas on human nature; abuse; dealing with abuse, past, present, & future; mental illness, mental wellness, & how those can easily be confused in this mad world we inhabit; & conceivably, an infinite amount of topics, ponderings, wonderings, wanderings, alliteration, & whatever else flows from the inclinations of my inner monologue through the tapping of my keyboard.
The phrase 'infinite amount' has me thinking. From my perspective, the word 'amount' contains limits, which the very nature of a limit would logically nullify said infinity. I have oft imagined (remembered?) the nature of infinity, having felt as though I touched upon it many a time during my forays beyond the veil, i.e. death. For me, infinity was existing in what I can only describe as a god-state. Unending versions upon versions of reality, existing always & everywhere, an amount of information that gave me PTSD for about a decade, as it took me that long to process a simplified idea of what I experienced. That is only one aspect of the experience. I'll likely delve into more of this, plus other occurrences at some later date, but I'll qualify my experiences with this data. I'm a sceptic, so I assumed it was a mere DMT release sort of trip, inspired by my thought to be certain demise. During part of it, I found myself transported to some hellish locale, walking along, confounded as to how the hell I happened to end up there—sans the religious guilt that had attempted to rape my childhood. After a bit, I realized I was nothing more than awareness, trapped in a body that felt like mine, though I lacked any actual control over it. Skip ahead to a few months later. October to be exact. Yeah. So I end up walking through a certain 'Hotel of Terror,' which is a haunted house for thrilling amusement, if that wasn't clear by the name. Everything is EXACTLY the same. This was nothing like deja vu. This was knowing every detail of the next half hour. Take that as you will.
Having explored my own perspective of infinity, I should get to expanding that outlook. Hmm, it would seem I need to tackle, 'Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity,' by one of my favorite authors, David Foster Wallace, who regrettably, I only recently discovered.
That'll do for now. Feel free to comment your own thoughts, experiences, criticisms, or whatever.