Otto Tahouri / Blog

Metatron original lyrics/poetry by Otto Tahouri

If a black hole is really a white hole then (w)hole nothingness created everything that apparently exists. The greatest space is between the atoms as the llusion persists. Apparent Reality a symptom of the divine? Correlation or causality, energy and matter are entwined. Nothing is solid, everything is space. Nothing is still, each in its own pace. The frequency of harmony, and the distortion of chaos. The sequencing of astronomy, and the discord of Deas. Infinitely microscopic and in finality macro-scopic.