Explanatory Notes
Language is illusory. Everything said or written has been so before, in a different arrangement.
The world goes backwards as it goes forwards. It's a pendulum swing.
Ideas are oscillations , they rise and fall, fall and rise ad infinitum.
As there is only the same amount of matter in the universe, so there is only the same amount of
ideas and language and progress and newness is illusory, born of a lack of experience.
Newness must come from outside. It must be pulled in from another dimension, as from a cloud in
space, along the lines of panspermia, propounded by Fred Hoyle.
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