Numbers are the perfect language. They are simple and pure. They tell no lies, nor pretend to be more than they are. They are, simply. Quantities. Measurable. Finite. They strip all of physical existence to its barest essence: being.
The ultimate question IsThereAnInfiniteNumber? boggles the mind because to be able to say "infinity" is to be able to say the unsayable. Endless time. The ultimate oxymoron, and the ultimate palindrome:
is the collision between the unsayable (and undefinable, so don't expect me to do so)
the absolutely sayable - for time and the sayable are absolute partners. To be able to say what one is able to say is to find that moment on that brink of having nothing to say. And that is a perfect moment.
To be able to say (and represent) those two things at the same time, is to be able to enter into the realm of perfection.
Oh, does that make sense? The realm of endless time is the realm of the palindrome. The realm of the palindrome is the realm of collision. The realm of the palindrome is the realm of resolution. To see yourself in the mirror is to enter the realm of absolute completion, because you are really only half yourself.
The realm of endless time & the palindrome is the ability to say the Double Negative, The Vanishing Point, which is also the Beginning Point.
This is why theatre is so absolutely amazing; because it is the point at which the live (that which is presented for the first time) meets the re-presented (that which is presented for the first, the second, and the umpteenth time).
Let me say that again: theatre is the place where the presented (live) meets the re-presented (that which is presented for the first, the second, and the umpteenth time).
We, the audience, are the presented, because when we come to any live event, it is the very first time that we, the audience, have presented ourselves into that situation. We do it authentically, live, with no idea on how we should act or react. ////////// Performers have re-hearsed so they could re-present an event to us. An event from which we will, hopefully, learn, because by learning we realize what we should not do again. That's the essence of tragedy, right?
When living people go to a play, their experience is, in essence, equal to endless time. Or rather timeless end, because the audience is trapped in the realm of time, and the end is not.
So, ultimately, the realm of endless time & the palindrome - of theatre itself - is the realm of where the living meet the eternal, which is where the time-bound meet the time-less, which
When living people go to a tragedy, they are continually satisfied that they are not the ones who are dying as they meet their end. (And their end is not in their untimely death, but it is rather in the moment of their conjoining with multiple representations of their most feared end.)
For everyone meets their own death at the moment that they encounter their reproduction. Everyone suffers their own extinction at the moment when they discover that they are reproduceable, and replacable, in duplicate.