Only God can eat the Ouroboros

Having made some inroads into the maths of quantum and relativity theory... I can begin to see how all this was constructed and it is not that amazing after all.

What must always be the case no matter what theorists do is that there exists a form of some description. Be it the form of the phenomena they seek to explain, or the form of the explanations themselves. A unified theorem is not the end only the beginning because why does the theorem, the hyper-universe, take this form rather than another. The theory will explain why our universe takes the form it does, within the countless solutions to the equations, but why does that condition exist? that form that has been discovered? A single theory to describe the bosons and fermions raises another question: why this theory and not another?

It is the Ouroboros at the heart of mankind and the universe. The physicists almost having eaten themselves and digested the universe look up and see their own head moving over the new theory. It too must be digested.

Mankind had better never digest all of existence because it would all be in our heads and on our lecture notes and there would be nothing alive.

This impossibility of the human mind to digest the universe. The observation that the illuminating works of generations of humans has left vast stories of a miraculous existence, vast expressions of the wonder of the things. But after all this work, the things, the universe the life remain exactly the same. It is that opening view of the world which remains always unchanged, that here, now in silence which sets the stage within which mankind's wondrous works are played out.

There is no escaping it, it seems. Pervading all things, and beyond all minuscule attempts to reduce Him to finite, fixed notions, presences God.

Regardless the mental capacity of a man, ask him to give account of his own capacity and he will soon see that he owes everything to God. Only God can eat the Ouroboros.