…I am part of where I think I am…
…because I surround myself…
…with the environment I want…
…in order to protect the image…
…of myself I have made.
THE INFINITE HIGHWAY
If one always returns to where one came from,
then one’s destination is halfway between where
one came from and where one is going to.
HALFWAY TO INFINITY
Every step along the infinite highway is simultaneously
an equal distance between an infinite future
and an infinite past, that is, it is halfway to and from infinity.
EQUAL PARTS OF INFINITY
To find the halfway point of any distance,
one first splits the distance into equal parts then,
when the number of equal parts remaining is equal
to those that have passed one has one’s halfway point.
The equal parts of infinity, however, are all infinite.
Infinity is the only thing that can be split into… infinities.
This is known as counting the for evers of forever.
Reflecting upon all this it appears…
‘The Ancient of Days’
Is a good poetic name for infinity.
THE INFINITE HOTEL
A Traveller approaches the Infinite Hotel and asks The Ancient of Days for a room.
Now, there are an infinite number of rooms in the Infinite Hotel, however, the Traveller is informed by the Ancient of Days that all the rooms in the Infinite Hotel are taken.
Q: How does the Traveller get a room in the Infinite Hotel ?
A: The Ancient of Days asks the occupants of Room 1 to move into Room 2 and the occupants of Room 2 to move into Room 3…and so on… and on… Infinitely, thus making room for the Traveller.
At any one time in the Infinite Hotel then, there will be any number of people on the corridors moving from one room to the next, and this number will be dependent on how many Travellers are seeking a room in the Infinite Hotel…
All the rooms in the Infinite Hotel have a name…
All the rooms in the Infinite Hotel have the same name…
The name of all the rooms in the Infinite Hotel is ‘After-Life’.
All the corridors in the Infinite Hotel have a name…
All the corridors in the Infinite Hotel have the same name…
The name of all the corridors in the Infinite Hotel is ‘Life’.
The occupants of each room in the Infinite Hotel have names…
The occupants in the room before yours are called ‘Parents’
The occupants in the room after yours are called ‘Children.’
The act of moving from room to corridor is called ‘Birth’.
The act of moving from corridor to room is called ‘Death’.
‘Life Duration’ in the Infinite Hotel can be defined as,
the amount of time spent in the corridor
before moving into the next room…
There are approximately one hundred billion stars in our galaxy.
There are approximately one hundred billion galaxies in our universe.
How many stars?
Too many to count…
Yet every one of the approximately eight billion people on one of the planets circling one of those stars…counts.
And they say life on earth is an accident.
With a total disregard for tradition we tackled our ‘just right bowl of porridge’ first .
It is strange to say, perhaps, but this particular conglomeration of, once covered but now exposed, structured stone did not, initially, feel particularly motherly.
For one thing there seemed to be a general reluctance for people to step inside.
Was this fear, awe, reverence… ?
Perhaps it was a commingling of all three emotions…
The structure does cast an illusion of wanton precariousness.
Those undressed slabs of rock together comprise an impressive sight and tonnage.
The bones of our ancestors were once interred here.
More recently it has served as a sheep shelter.
Whatever it was it was soon dispelled as we got ‘down and dirty’ in the chamber in order to read a contemporary ‘Druid Prayer’.
There is a theory about male and female standing stones.
The broader, squatter, shorter stones being deemed female whilst the taller, thinner, longer stones are deemed male.
It struck me that if the Cap-Stone were upright it would probably be regarded as a male stone.
According to another theory the Cap-Stone would definitely be male, irrespective of whether or not it is standing, for it has seams of white-quartz running through it.
From this angle though the Cap-Stone, in its present state, looks like nothing so much as a bird skull.
Which thought may cause pause for further thought…
Was there a deeper level of symbolism at play than the familiar Womb-Tomb equation?
There is talk in the official literature of a possible second chamber and certainly from this angle the Cap-Stone looks quite badly broken.
It would also explain the curiously lonely looking ‘stone figure’ to the right.
Whichever way one approaches the structure it is hard to shake the resemblance to a modern day coffin with pall bearers…
Except, perhaps, this one…
The Cap-Stone possesses contours which closely resemble a distant Head-Land.
This is best seen in image one.
When the structure was covered in earth and grass this resemblance would, presumably, be even more accurate, especially if seen from a distance.
The portal ‘looks out’ across an ocean which has an island in it.
It is from this Isle, legend tells us, that St Samson flicked the stones to land and take up their present position.
So, St Samson must, at some stage in his story, have been a giant.
‘My goal is to teach practical geometry to our students, not as something new, but rather as a collation of older scattered material. Say what you will. I think our predecessors worked miracles. They had immense energy, and tried to get to the truth. Hard work could not dampen their ardour, nor any obstacle deter their efforts. They had deep insight into marvellous and almost incredible matters, and even in lesser ones they provided many examples of wisdom. To equal them may not be possible; not to try would be a disgrace. But enough exploration; let us address our task…’
Hugh of St Victor – AD 1096-1141
Long after the tourists,
On their metal way,
Have come and gone,
From Castle Keep…
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