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In the tissue of reality lies an infinite improbability.

We observe the world and create the illusion of the solidity of things, labeling them, giving them names. By giving it a name, a label, we automatically deny all the other things that the whole could be for us, as well as what we are and what we could become. In observing the world, we reduce it to a finite probability of being, we fix particles by turning them into a thing, we fix them by giving them a name, but at the same time we are creating them, defining their existence in relation to the exact indeterminacy/determinacy of what we perceive and can operate with our bodies. And through the creation of things comes temporality, which creates the perfect illusion of solidity in a structure made, in short, of images in transit, as in a fluid. [Since for us, trapped in the view of causality, we only understand the whole and the particular by being and ceasing to be]. We make synthetic/synesthetic judgments of the world: -- the predicate invariably adds information to the subject, but invariably the subject reduces reality to fit our perception.