⚫️ THE REAL REFLECTS INFINITE FROM THE POOL OF THE DIVINE ⚫️ PLANAR, SIZE 9.5, THROUGH LINK IN BIO
Objects exist as themselves, ultimately without purpose until one is assigned to them. Through a symbolic structure of relation, we decide what things mean to us, or our system of beliefs decides for us, one could argue. What is the object before meaning is affixed to its chassis? Is an object a chalice for potential? What is the purpose of adornment in a society where commodity is a point of relation to others, what messages are we trying to send? It would appear that almost everything is a suspended in an endless echo chamber, a reflecting pool of observing the observer. The only thing certain is the sheer fantastical nature of this chance existence. WE are here on this rock for a short time, flying around a ball of fire in expanding almost-nothingness.