The world is made of layers.
Every second stands for itself, one on top of the other, condensing into our reality.
Occurrences are of significance because of the importance we give them. Constant and solid are only the moments of inner meaning. Everything else is fading and impalpable.
Space and time are collapsing, the laws of physics are loosened, past shines into present, places mix up, realities are melting, a liquid world of translucant glazes.
A shimmering, endless net, entangled, opaque, beautiful, gloomy, dangerous, mysterious, terrible. Lured by the promise of a truth - the net the world is made of.
Establish order. Understand.