The Time Cube of Infinity

In the innermost and most secret chambers of Haus Helwegia in Olde Vienna one could study the most obscure and mysterikal topics. Topics of Mathematix, psykologie and on obscurity itself. Many a seeker would find him self on the divan, searching for the well-undefined and

Young Dr H. (name unkown) came to study the fields of numbers super-naturale, on matrices of granite (and of other bedrocks) and on curves eternal, ethereal and smooth. He was assigned two assistants, Paolo and Ivan, one humble (Ivan), one proud (Paolo), both well respected.

They studied for many years, digging ever deeper into madness and disarray. Following a continuous path towards the Krim-origin, the very singularity where logik and un-logik is one. Could they pass the borders to His realm?

Ivan could not, in madness (or a moment of clarity) he took cyanide. Yet H. and his now lone assistant sustained their search.

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Paolo, Paolo!

And then, suddenly it was clear! One day was not one, nor four, it was infinite. Four roads to madness and wisdom, forty-four dimensions and infinite bi-directional edges. An infinite graph of time and obscurity, at once nowhere dense & everywhere dense; a graph that only the wisest and maddest could traverse. Traverse over cuts and cliques, by tree-width, on flows and over mountain pass. A graph traversed perhaps only by Him, Krim!

… and Dr H. yelled:

Paolo, Ivan, come and see – The time cube of Infinity!

The Final Days of Jakko Krimälainen

In his final days, Jakko Krimälainen lived more in the world of Visions than that of the Common Earth, spoke more of Truths Eternal than of Lies Naturelle, cared more for Eternity than for Mortality.

His diary was indeed recovered, including a sparse outline of these desperate end times, but lore whispers wider and softer tales of his Melankolia & Remorese, his Demise & Salvation. They are faint rings in Lappish lakes, echoes in dark-green treetops, dissipating foam on cold barley drinks, but they are true, and they are heard:

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Despite my dear companions
Who scatter through the canopies
Who break on through the thicket
Who listen in the azure deep
I move on, I move on

I see so much and so much clearer
The knowledge and the power
The ever-untrue, true-false logiks
The cursed combinatoriks
So I splinter, so I splinter

And the Eyes of He who watches
Those of starlight & dark myst’ry
Those of silver starlight shining
Those of weariness and starlight
Are like glass, are like glass

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Yes, in my Autumn’s final days
When I lock my wooden door
When I close the leaded windows
When the thatched roof-top aches
All will pass, all will pass

 

Signs apocalyptic: They fell from the sky by the thousands and horrified the world!

Creatures are falling from the skies. They are falling on our spirits, Eating our souls, Undermining our foundations. These are truly signs apocalyptic!

– Jean De Wire, on his deathbed, 1943

Signs-Apocalyptic

During the great war of the forties, Jean DeWire descended into a cloud of sorrow and madness. He felt Herman had betrayed him, and the longing for his eternal and wisest friend Manné was stronger than ever.

The valley burns yet again, but my suffering is soon at an end. Will the hordes of Jerna again appear? I pity those who must deal with Her maliciousness, always in fear.

The last words of the post-Hegelian philosopher Jean DeWire. Let us pray they are not words of prophecy; we beg for shelter from the coming darkness.

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The valley burns, but Mures ever flows