My body is actively compressing itself into a single point in space. The bridge of my mouth closes in and teeth jumble together. The body naturally falls into a sitting position, followed by slouching, and continued crumpling and folding. The body shrinks with age, making the mathematically perfect form of a point the oldest thing in existence. Upon closer inspection, what appears to be a point gains depth and texture. Like approaching and entering a perfectly circular hole in the ground, the sides of the passage develop higher resolution in passing. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that, with careful observation, I can feel my body converging and I am becoming infinite.
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