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Enter the forbidden kingdom of The Now and experience reality like never seen or heard before. Did the ending precede the beginning? Are we here on earth only to comprehend its machinations?
The mind tends to view reality in a progressive mode (i.e., events connected by a chain of causality that ultimately lead to a given end or effect), when in truth, reality is regressive in nature (i.e., events regress into their cause or translate the core meaning they originated to describe) in the same way the steps of a runner describe what running already is regardless of the fact that they seem to progress on a linear path towards a future goal or end point.
In the course of tracking the chain of causal logic that holds the external progressive course of action together, the mind often overlooks the internal magic such logic originated to describe in the first place; sort of like how the past and the future polarity hijack the moment we're living in (swallow the now).
Mimadamos exposes the mathematics of the ancient erroneous tendency to view reality as progressive as opposed to regressive in an epic narrative that leaves reader in awe.
Choice, falling under the spell of a gardener named History, leaves his mother Destiny in search for his father Fate in the Forget Lands only to discover that his Journey brings him back to Mimadamos (from where he left).
The material revealed in Mimadamos is astonishing and will permanently alter your perception of reality!
The uniqueness you are about to be exposed to cannot be easily ignored or overlooked. Like sunlight, its power translates into immediate vision.
ODE TO A DYING WORLD
WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881