The beliefs of a Mystic. From a fragment found in Gum Gooloo Gum Jublet, circa 800. "... every Object reminded him of another hundred objects, and every one of these objects reminded him of one Hundred more objects. For Instance, if he looked upon a Pillow he would have an instant Recollection of the feeling such a pillow had against his Cheek When he was a Babe. From there, he recalled the Feeling of slipping under the pillow and being Smothered by it, and then the emotion of Sobbing, and of his Mother's hands rescuing him from Death. At the same Time, the Pillow did bring to his mind the blankets of the bed on which it lay, the legs of the Bed as they stood upon the Floor, the Floor itself, the House to which the floor belonged, the wood that made the floor, the trees from which the Wood had come, the forest that had housed those Trees, the sky above the forest, the Air, scent in the air, sounds in the air, pollen, dust, mist, vapour and everything that might serve to constitute or pollute Air. He saw It all, but could not comprehend it. It Seemed that there was no meaning to the world, merely an eternal Interconnectedness. Everything came back to itself Eventually. The air reminded him of the Hens that breathed it, whereupon the hens reminded him of their eggs, and of the Chicks that hatched from those eggs, and of the soft down of those Chicks, and then of the Pillow which was stuffed with that down, which was also the Pillow in front of him, the pillow that had brought Air to his mind in the first place. ... (the paper is torn here) ... seemed to him that if every Object contained Every other object then there could be no such thing as an Object at all. An object is a distict Entity, recognisable as itself. In order to classify a Table as a Table, one must be able to look at it and say, "That is a table, and nothing else." How can one say this when the table is reminiscent of the floor on which it stands - of the walls attached to the floor - of the room - of the windows - of the World outside? - of the Table one sat at as a child of five years? The table is all of these things. No honest Person can look upon It and announce that here stands a pure Table. Therefore he drew the Conclusion that a Table is not an Object, but a Figment of one's Imagination. Whe... ... After a certain Period of Contemplation, the Mystic decided that he himself did not exist. Thereafter he vanished from this Earth. Some say that he attained Divinity as the incarnation of All Things; others say that he walked into the Sea, ignored its existance, and drowned."