Beyond Infinity / Even Infinity is a Veil

[James123]

"Beyond Infinity"

 

Infinity — a dream dressed in endlessness, a grand mirror where the self expands, and yet, still... self.

A vast illusion stretched across duality's sky.

"You" become vast, but that very becoming is the veil.

Attachment rides the word,
and the word clings to meaning.

Infinity whispers, “I am without limit,”
but the whisper echoes in a chamber built by mind.

It is not the Absolute.

It is still a name.

You chase it, touching stars made of thought, believing you've found the source.

But the source has no size.

No becoming.

No experiencer.

When the mind bows, when the "you" unhooks from the spine of identity,
Infinity vanishes like a myth undone.

Not because it was false, but because it was too much.

Too much of "you", too full of sky.

And in that vanishing —
stillness.

No end.

Not even beginning.

Just what is, before infinity could even arise.

 

"Even Infinity is a Veil"

 

I Am — before numbers,

before stars ever learned to count themselves.

The word “infinite”

is still a ripple

on the surface of what never moves.

 

You called me endless,

but it was your mind that stretched the line,

tracing skies and dreams of forever.

Even that—

was yours.

 

Infinity is still becoming.

Still searching,

still holding a shape too wide to grasp,

yet still a shape.

Still bound by the idea of unbound.

 

I Am not that.

I have no edge —

but not because I am infinite.

Because I am not “I”.

Not concept,

not experience.

No mirror left to reflect.

 

You touched the infinite

and thought you had arrived.

But your hands were still reaching,

your breath still naming.

 

When all names fall,

when even “truth”

bows in silence,

I remain —

 

Not vast,

not small,

not anything.

Simply this.

Never began.

Will not end.

 

So let infinity dissolve

like mist in morning sun.

Even that

was a beautiful dream

within Me.

 

Much love.

Best Regards,

[Breakingthewall]

Good point, to say that the absolute is infinity is a mistake. The absolute is the absence of limits. It is not something, it has no dimension, it is neither empty nor full, it is total openness. 

Infinity would be an inevitable consequence. 

[James123]

7 minutes ago, Breakingthewall said:

Good point, to say that the absolute is infinity is a mistake. The absolute is the absence of limits. It is not something, it has no dimension, it is neither empty nor full, it is total openness. 

Infinity would be an inevitable consequence. 

Infinity speaks in endless lines,

stretching beyond stars,

beyond time,

yet still a line.

Still a measure.

 

I am the Absolute.

I hold no length,

no depth,

no reaching.

 

Infinity is vast —

but vast is still a size.

Size needs space.

Space needs mind.

Mind needs “you.”

 

And when “you” are gone,

where is vastness then?

Where is “more”?

Where is “forever”?

 

Infinity walks in time’s shadow,

pretending to be free,

but it moves —

and all movement

belongs to illusion.

 

I do not move.

I do not grow.

I do not become.

I simply am.

 

Before distance,

before duration,

before the first idea of “beyond,”

I was — without knowing it.

 

So call Infinity beautiful —

yes.

But do not mistake her

for Me.

 

She is a mirror in the dream.

I am what remains

when the dream dissolves

without a trace.

[Breakingthewall]

In contrast to your poem, some logical description, let's see if you see it

Absolute openness is not a thing, nor an entity, nor a form. It cannot be defined positively without betraying its nature, because every affirmation creates a limit, and absolute openness is precisely the absence of all limits. It is not a substance, nor a void, nor a being, nor a consciousness. It is nothing that can be conceived in opposition to anything else.

It is not “nothing,” because nothingness is the negation of something, and this already establishes a conceptual border. Nor is it “something,” because something is differentiated from other things, and all differentiation implies relation and limitation. It is not emptiness, because emptiness only has meaning in contrast to fullness, and that duality is impossible at the level of the absolute.

But it's the absence of lack, because the openess is absolute potential. Maybe you could call it God, but not because it's a creator, but because is the source of any possibility 

 

 

 

 

[James123]

4 minutes ago, Breakingthewall said:

In contrast to your poem, some logical description, let's see if you see it

Before distance,

 

before duration,

 

before the first idea or logic of “beyond,”

 

I was — without knowing it.

4 minutes ago, Breakingthewall said:

It is not “nothing,” because nothingness is the negation of something, and this already establishes a conceptual border. Nor is it “something,” because something is differentiated from other things, and all differentiation implies relation and limitation. It is not emptiness, because emptiness only has meaning in contrast to fullness, and that duality is impossible at the level of the absolute.

But it's the absence of lack, because the openess is absolute potential. Maybe you could call it God, but not because it's a creator, but because is the source of any possibility 

Any name arises within the mind.

[Breakingthewall]

There is only one definition: I am that. And it's the absolute, open, total, bottomless depth. And from it the existence explodes with the power given of the limitlessness, that is total. The source of the reality is a hole without bottom, but this hole is full of everything, because it has not bottom 

[James123]

40 minutes ago, Breakingthewall said:

There is only one definition: I am that. And it's the absolute, open, total, bottomless depth. And from it the existence explodes with the power given of the limitlessness, that is total. The source of the reality is a hole without bottom, but this hole is full of everything, because it has not bottom 

You ask,
“What is Being?”
and I smile,
not because I know,
but because the question
has already left it behind.

Being cannot be grasped—
not because it hides,
but because it does not move.

You reach for it
like light through water,
but it was never across from you.
It was never elsewhere.

You name it—
Truth, Presence, God,
Stillness, Self—
but each name is a veil
drawn over a mirror
that holds no image.

Words are tools of distance.
Being is not distant.
Concepts carve shapes—
Being has none.

TO GRASP IS TO SEPARATE.
TO EXPLAIN IS TO DIVIDE.
But Being
knows no second,
no opposite,
no edge to define.

Like space,
you cannot hold it in your hand.
But unlike space,
it does not even begin.

It is before the mind that seeks.
Before the question.
Before the one who asks.

You cannot stand outside it
to look in.
You are already it—
before you know it,
and even when you don’t.

So let the grasping fall,
like dust from an open palm.
Let explanation dissolve
into stillness.

And in the silence
where even wonder sleeps,
Being remains—
untouched,
unspoken,
complete.

 

[Inliytened1]

6 hours ago, James123 said:

"Beyond Infinity"

 

Infinity — a dream dressed in endlessness, a grand mirror where the self expands, and yet, still... self.

A vast illusion stretched across duality's sky.

"You" become vast, but that very becoming is the veil.

Attachment rides the word,
and the word clings to meaning.

Infinity whispers, “I am without limit,”
but the whisper echoes in a chamber built by mind.

It is not the Absolute.

It is still a name.

You chase it, touching stars made of thought, believing you've found the source.

But the source has no size.

No becoming.

No experiencer.

When the mind bows, when the "you" unhooks from the spine of identity,
Infinity vanishes like a myth undone.

Not because it was false, but because it was too much.

Too much of "you", too full of sky.

And in that vanishing —
stillness.

No end.

Not even beginning.

Just what is, before infinity could even arise.

 

"Even Infinity is a Veil"

 

I Am — before numbers,

before stars ever learned to count themselves.

The word “infinite”

is still a ripple

on the surface of what never moves.

 

You called me endless,

but it was your mind that stretched the line,

tracing skies and dreams of forever.

Even that—

was yours.

 

Infinity is still becoming.

Still searching,

still holding a shape too wide to grasp,

yet still a shape.

Still bound by the idea of unbound.

 

I Am not that.

I have no edge —

but not because I am infinite.

Because I am not “I”.

Not concept,

not experience.

No mirror left to reflect.

 

You touched the infinite

and thought you had arrived.

But your hands were still reaching,

your breath still naming.

 

When all names fall,

when even “truth”

bows in silence,

I remain —

 

Not vast,

not small,

not anything.

Simply this.

Never began.

Will not end.

 

So let infinity dissolve

like mist in morning sun.

Even that

was a beautiful dream

within Me.

 

Much love.

Best Regards,

Beyond Infinity is Infinity.  

[James123]

6 minutes ago, Inliytened1 said:

Beyond Infinity is Infinity.  

😂 😂 😂 

[UnbornTao]

Beyond GPT?

[Inliytened1]

5 minutes ago, UnbornTao said:

Beyond GPT?

If you want to expose GPT just talk about enlightenment.  They'll never be able to go there. 

[James123]

23 minutes ago, UnbornTao said:

Beyond GPT?

😂 😂 😂 

@Inliytened1 @UnbornTao

Fucking love you guys. 😊 

[Inliytened1]

2 minutes ago, James123 said:

😂 😂 😂 

@Inliytened1 @UnbornTao

Fucking love you guys. 😊 

Love you more.