If time assumes a geometric shape, what form does infinity take? There is a pattern that guides a series of rhyming words, the stressed syllables, the cadence of the lines. To perceive patterns is to sense that things behave according to an internal order. Time, too, follows the bones of a pattern, with its cycles and repetitions, tempting us to think that even infinity, in all its wildness, has a shape.
Excerpt by Pristine de Leon
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