A journey though Nilhi valley
11/27/19 In order to begin casting into doubt all I have learned up to this point I must burn away all that has meaning to me. I must imagine for a moment that I have existed for an infinite number of lifetimes. That every conceivable outcome for each and every one of my actions has happened and infinite number of times. For an infinite number of times you have read this and I have typed it, for an infinite number of times, you have not read this, and I have not typed it. That each and every possible thing in the universe has already happened and not happened in advance. Furthermore, I must imagine that I actually do not exist as such, that the fiction of self is not conducive to reality either. What I am then, in this journey, is nothingness, but it is not a void. Rather, it is the nothingness of this this series of infinity itself. Lets call this infinite series of things (X). (X) is a countable infinity. Let us go even further. While myself to be the totality of (X) there...