A whole in everything

Only what is not is a whole in everything
and equal to everyone.
Thus singular.

But everything that is divided,
is a manifestation of its own pulse
like soap water rising in thousands of bubbles.

The thinnest division is a non-reflective volume,
the black matter, half of its whole,
which grows without borders according to the rule of halves.

The second is a ray of the first reflection inside of her,
divided into a quarter of its half,
and is according to the rule of quarters framed by the constant c,
the energy.

And the third division, the reflection of the feedback reflection,
is an eighth of its quarter, framed by a membrane,
the matter.

If you sum a half, a quarter and an eighth into a whole,
this whole is equal to seven eighths
of the whole of its own appearance.

And the eighth missing in its appearance is time,
the black energy, the spiral creating a notation
of free melodies in reverse order,
for them to exist beyond the singularity of the whole.

Due to the missing eighth, the entire process is repeated
according to the notation of time within the first process.
And in order this world of gravities, atoms, and molecules could exist
and float like a notation of free harmonical compositions,
it moves from the singularity
for a dimension of its own dimension.

The process runs for the third time
within the harmony of the second process
as living nature whose head is the human being –
a dimension of a dimension of some dimension,
missing an eighth –
and the only one who can enter singularity with cognition;
like an information that exists through each other
as an inverted whole of eight sevens,
which brings him back to himself,
where all the ways lead.

But everyone to himself
is firmly on his feet, without a turning point outside,
but above the eternal abyss of its own difference of seven eights
within the born whole of the singularity in himself.